Mosag Snape and the Sorcerer's Stone

Christmas Time at Hogwarts

"So...we're both staying?" Daisy asked.

"Yep." I answered, copying down a line of text once again.

"For Christmas?" Daisy went on.

"No, we're staying for Hagrid's rock cake." I snarked, glaring over at Daisy.

The Gryffindor held up her hands. "Alright. Sheesh." She fell back onto the beanbag chair. "You're in your mood again."

"I don't get moods." I argued, pouting.

Daisy gave me a smug look.

"Shut up." I sunk black into the chair. "I'm not."

Daisy rolled her eyes, going back to the knife she was sharpening.

"I'm not."

"Just saying, I don't think Santa will bring you shit this year." Daisy reminded me. "He doesn't work in the Potter verse."

"Santa's never brought you anything!" I snapped.

Then Daisy smiled, ever so smug. "That's because Krampus called dibs."

'Why, oh why, in the Author's Name or any other deity that hasn't fucked off yet, did I ever give my sister weapons for her Christmas? Now she thinks Krampus is real. Fuck me.'

==MSSS==

Weeks had gone by since the Gryffindor-Slytherin match. Christmas had fast approached the lovely castle of Hogwarts. The cold weather would seep in through windows- especially ones some wizards had foolishly left open. I freaking love the cold, I can't stress that enough. I have been wearing sweaters in leisure time since Halloween. Sweaters rock. Daisy had settled for long sleeved clothing (nothing with blood on it- I'd checked).

The argument about whether or not Snape had jinxed Harry was still going on- somehow. Hermione was convinced beyond all doubt that it was Snape. I was convinced otherwise. Daisy hated having her own opinion (according to Hermione) so she took mine. The boys thought we were just 'being girls' so they kept out of it (by being on Hermione's side).

Classes with Snape had never been more tense.

Neither had the letters I sent to Ariana Snape.

Mrs Snape had heard about her husband being set on fire. A ploy done mostly by me, to see what would happen.

Let me tell you, I had never been more entertained at breakfast before. A Howler had shown up. Snape had taken one look at it, realizing in a flash of mounting horror that there was only one person who could've sent it. He ran out of the Great Hall- the Howler flying after him. Being the absolute bitch that I was, I snuck after to hear it.

And oh my stars and stripes Ariana Snape is terrifying.

I was jealous.

"-NOT TELL ME YOU HAD BEEN SET ON FIRE?! I HAD TO FIND OUT FROM OUR DAUGHTER THAT YOU HAD BEEN SET. ON. FIRE!? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL SEVERUS! AND WORSE YET- YOU DECIDE NOT TO TELL ME. ME. YOUR WIFE. THAT YOU HAD BEEN INJURED WITH BURNS! I DON'T CARE THAT WE'RE WIZARDS AND THAT BURNS CAN BE FIXED IT'S THE BLOODY PRINCIPLE OF IT!"

Like I said.

Jealous.

That letter had done more than tell Ariana about the Quidditch match. The information had been disguised to ask Ariana if I could stay for Christmas. To watch over my dear, clearly ailing father.

Cue tears, sad music, and other sappy shit.

Not long after the Howler Ariana sent me a letter telling me she had approved my request.