Word Game 4 ~ Flitwick's Cards O' Doom

Flitwick's Cards O' Doom
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I fixed spelling errors, the rest is how it was submitted on the forum!

Sevy's Gal = Periwinkle

Snapescat = Maroon

Brandyllyn = Teal

EmBot = Pepto Bismol

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Flitwick sat at his desk, looking over his uber secret packet of Muggle trading cards of destruction! He laughed evilly as he sorted through them. One caught his eye and he set it aside.

"I have plans for you, my little card o' evil." His diabolical laughter echoed through the halls, and carried down to the dungeons where Severus Snape sat, giving out death threats to innocent, accident-prone students. As the cackling faded, Snape realized that it wasn't his own gleeful cackle, and arched a curious eyebrow as he stood to seek out the source of the diabolical laughter.

Sweeping through his doorway, he growled, "I will return as soon as I find whom the laughter belongs to." He looked back, realizing nobody paid attention, for they ran amuck as soon as his attention had been averted. Anyhoo, he continued his prowling to discover the mysterious cackling which he'd overheard.

He glided through the corridors, throwing nasty glares at every person who was unfortunate enough to make eye contact with the man. Soon he reached the door and threw it open to reveal Flitwick, and his gaggle of muggle trading cards. Snape stood transfixed by their dangerous beauty.

He slowly approached the desk, trying not to disrupt the neatly stacked cards. He asked in a hushed voice, "What are you doing with such magnificent beauties?"

"Severus!" Flitwick squeaked. "I didn't see you! What are you spying on me for?"

Snape stepped back, affronted. "I wasn't spying, I was investigating." Flitwick looked at him suspiciously.

"It looks like you were spying, with the entering without knocking, and that dark, spy-like attire.

"I am always attired in black robes, you daft little gnome!"

"Watch your tongue, or I'll bite you in the kneecap!" Severus looked highly affronted. Again.

"I suggest you think before setting yourself up to suffer my - displeasure."

"Is that a threat?!" Flitwick squeaked, straightening to his full four and a half foot height and glaring at the other man. Severus coughed discreetly.

"I do believe I am," he said with a superior air about him as he strode to the desk and leaned over it, lowering his hand to the cards. "Wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now would we?" Flitwick looked stunned that he would dare to threaten his precious cards.

So, to defend his precious cards. " My Precious " Flitwick hissed as he leapt onto his desk and reached for Snape's ...wand....

Snape was too quick, however and leapt away before the miniature professor could grab anything of importance from him.

"You'll pay for that forwardness, Filius. With your cards!" And at that, he took a lunging leap forward and closed his hand around the neatly organized deck and ran from the room, giggling maniacally. Flitwick sat in his office chair, in confused silence. What was Severus on this time?

Filius noted a rolled up bit of parchment on the desk. He sniffed it and recognized the scent immediately. He himself had used it on occasion, and knew the effects it had on an unstable and highly stressed mind.

"Merlin in knickers!" he cried in alarm."I must find Albus and alert him immediately!"

Meanwhile, down in the dungeons, Snape was examining his stolen cards with unrestrained glee. "Finally got Killer Sphinx! I've been wanting one of these!"

Filius, however, was not gleeful at all, but rather frazzled as he stomped to the dungeons to retrieve his precious cards. "Why that man is allowed to continue leaving his dungeons, beats me," He said with disdain, arriving at the door of Snape's Door to Dastardly Desire and knocking three times.

Inside, Snape's eyes narrowed angrily at the door and he remained silent, wishing that he knew some magic. Filius did not wait for Severus to answer, instead he barged into the office, set Snape's desk on fire, and performed a perfect pirouette. With a sweeping bow, he ran away, giggling like a schoolgirl. Snape stood, awestruck at what had just occurred. Then his desk's dancing flames danced right onto his robes.

He let out a yelp, "Yelp!" and growled, "Why that is the least manly thing I have ever done. Except maybe that time when I'd had too much rum, and I dressed up in a pink tutu. But I'm still on fire, and in serious jeopardy." Hmm, he thought, this is definitely a bit strange. I don't seem to be burning to a crisp. Oh yeah! he remembered just before his office exploded.

~FIN~

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