Dumbledore: Severus I’m still missing your photo for this year’s faculty newsletter
Severus: my apologies here it is
Dumbledore: you can’t even see half of your face. Maybe one less dramatic?
Severus: of course, headmaster.
Severus:
Dumbledore: I said less dramatic and preferably one where you’re not so alarmed
Severus:
Dumbledore: did you have a photoshoot or something
Severus:
Dumbledore: what no Severus you are not in a boy band what is this pose wait you’re not in one are y-
Severus:
Dumbledore: are those special effects
Severus:
Dumbledore: cool but still a no
Severus:
Dumbledore: dramatic and very fitting for you but you can’t have fanart as your faculty photo who even is your fan and why don’t I have fanart
Severus:
Dumbledore: bold choice going with the profile, I admit I didn’t think you’d go for it, but you can’t have a dramatic death quote on your photo either this is a school for children they still have hope at least until their first class with you
Severus:
Dumbledore: *sigh*
Severus:
Dumbledore: why is the school on fire
Severus:
Dumbledore: is that a Death Eater meeting
Severus:
Dumbledore: oh my god
Severus:
Dumbledore: seriously did you have a photoshoot
Severus:
Dumbledore: artsy but no
Severus:
Dumbledore: is that a screenshot
Severus:
Dumbledore: please stop
Severus:
Dumbledore: that’s it I’m taking away your photoshop privileges in the muggle studies computer lab
Severus:
Dumbledore: okay you know what fine that’ll do
Severus:
Dumbledore: no.
Severus:
Dumbledore: where are these all coming from
Severus:
Dumbledore: YOU KNOW WHAT NEVER MIND FORGET I ASKED YOU DON’T NEED A PHOTO
So my cat Lydia likes paper right. If I open my mail on my bed, she’s right there, walking on it, listening to it crinkle under her toes, and then laying right down. Even if I leave paper on the floor, on carpet or tile or hardwood, she’s there, curling up, standing on it, happy as can be.
And like many of my fellow fanfiction addicts, I don’t read a lot of print books, but I recently borrowed a novel that sounded a m a z i n g and I wanted to get it back to my coworker on Monday. It was going pretty well Saturday afternoon until
Every time I put this book down, whether open or closed or page up or down, she was there. Happy as can be. And so freaking cute that I didn’t want to move her, which meant I was not going to finish it.
So finally, in protest and so I could actually finish this book, I gave her another one