[Please note that Prof. Snape, Dumbledore and other bootylicious people are property of J.K. Rawling. Sarah Noble is property of herself. Fan fiction is dumb. Don't read it.]

"Severus Snape: Snowball Warrior"

"I declare myself the Ultimate Snowball warrior!" Snape announced. Silence reigned over the courtyard.

"Hello?" Snape peered out of his fort.

"Where is everyone?" he snapped, heaving one of four hundred and sixty-two ready-made snowballs out onto the frosted lawn. "I did NOT get up at dawn to build an impenetrable snowfort that no one bothers to attack!"

"Is that you in there, Severus?" Dumbledore's face appeared over the wall. "All of the students have gone home for the winter holidays."

"What!" Snape shouted. "How can I defend my title as Ultimate Snowball Warrior without challengers?"

"I declare you the winner on the basis of forfeit by the students," Dumbledore announced seriously. Snape grinned.

'Marvelous! What do I win?"

"Five seconds to get out of my sight, you bizarre little man, "Dumbledore snapped.



Please note that Prof. Snape, Dumbledore and other bootylicious people are property of J.K. Rawling. Sarah Noble is property of herself. Fan fiction is dumb. Don't read it.