TBAY: More Snape, Snape and Snape

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No: HPFGUIDX 47046

Sorry this took so long to post due to a wonky connection on the home 
dial-up. We're too far out from "The City" to have DSL or cable or anything 
twenty-first century.

The scene has moved on, but for what it's worth (two cents), here's my 
contribution:


"Is that woman okay?" Wendy asked the others as a sniffling Dicentra ran 
from the room, her red cape billowing after.

"Ah, don't worry about her," Eileen answered. "Well, to answer your 
question, probably not, but it's still nothing to worry about."

"Okay." Wendy looked thoughtful again. "I did really like that canon of 
hers. You know the one about Dumbledore. That's pretty compelling evidence 
that Snape could have actually been a full-fledged, card-carryin', 
bloody-handed Death Eater." She studied Eileen, and then grinned. "You 
didn't pay her to tell
me that, considering you're in the middle of a conversion attempt and all?"

Suddenly, tangled in a FEATHERBOA, Frankie stumbled into Wendy and flung an 
arm around her shoulders. Obviously drunk on one too many undiluted 
theories, Frankie grined lopsidedly at Eileen.

"Your boy George is one smooth talker...," she said. Eileen raised an 
eyebrow at the interruption and then glared at George who avoided catching 
her eye.

"You're the one with the squicky ideas, aren't you?" Frankie slurs to Wendy. 
"Ideas about Karkaroff or Voldemort sexually exploiting a teenage Snape! 
Well, missy, what about the end of Goblet of Fire and Barty Crouch Jr.? Cute 
little blond kid, freckles, his daddy doesn't love him... Listen to what he 
says to Harry!

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"I will be his dearest, his closest supporter... closer than a son..."

U.S. hardback edition, page 678
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If anybody's being taken advantage of in that oh-so-special way, it's young 
Bartimus Crouch!"

Wendy snatches the book. "Hmmm," she says. "Well, where there's one altar 
boy, there's another..."

Frankie shakes her head sagely and taps the side of her nose. "I don't think 
so," she sniggers. "But you can think whatever you want to.

Speaking of, where are these people who think Snape was a *nice* DE? I'll 
take 'em all on single-handed!!" Frankie shouts and dances on her toes like 
a tiny, tipsy prize-fighter.

"With what?" asked Eileen, grinning.

"Oh, er, how about this?" said Frankie, flipping open Prisoner of Azkaban.

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Snape's behavior to him had been quite alarming. Harry wouldn't have thought 
it possible that Snape's dislike for him could increase, but it certainly 
had. A muscle twitched unpleasantly at the corner of Snape's thin mouth 
every time he looked at Harry and he was constantly flexing his fingers, as 
though itching to place them around Harry's throat.

U.S. hardback, pages 429 & 430
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This man very VERY close to snapping, folks! It's restraining order time! 
Only Snape's arrangement (whatever it is-- I'm a Magic Dishwasher adherent 
and so are my friends, so nyah... ) with Dumbledore stands between Snape and 
actual violence." Frankie swayed alarmingly and clutched Wendy's arm and 
Eileen's chair to keep from tipping over backwards.

"And what about this?" she added, managing to remain upright. "This bit in 
Chamber of Secrets? Fitch is sobbing over his petrified cat and all Snape 
can do is try to keep a straight face."

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"Snape loomed behind them, half in shadow, wearing a most peculiar 
expression: It was though he was trying hard not to smile."

U.S. hardback, page 141
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See? He finds people in anguish FUNNY!

Besides, he's the potions master. They use all sorts of icky things like 
newts' eyes and crocodile hearts. Bezoars are found in goats' stomachs, and 
goats keep their stomachs inside their skin!! Gore is part of Snape's job 
description! I could just see him teaming up with MacNair to... to *obtain* 
various potions ingredients. I mean, all Wormtail had to do was cut of his 
own living hand. I can think of far worse..." Frankie shuddered and turned 
slightly green under her tan skin. She wobbled a bit and caught hold of the 
table, staring across the tavern.

"When I see four Snapes, it's time to lie down," she announced.

Assasin!Snape, SoulSucked!Snape, TimeTurner!Snape and Sabateur!Snape leered 
at each other. They watched her stagger to the table occupied by Abigail, 
Pip!Squeak and Grey Wolf. Eyeing the werewolf, they changed their minds 
about their evening entertainment and returned to editing the hit list.


Frankie, a canon-oholic who thinks DeathEater!Snape was up to his elbows in 
blood, guts and gore, but loves him anyway.

Intro was lifted from the end of Wendy's post #47001

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