A/N: The challenge was to write a drabble involving quill and ink. I wanted to do something a little off-the-wall, and this is what I came up with. Set in the Marauders Era.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, and all their associates are characters belonging to J.K. Rowling. I claim no rights to them, their surroundings, or their situations. Much to my sorrow.
Just Another Day
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Horrified pity warring with an almost irrepressible urge to laugh, Minerva raised her eyebrows in mute inquiry.
"Potter" was all that was forthcoming. She suspected she was lucky to have got that much.
"I...see. Well, that one will get his comeuppance, be certain. But first, let's sort you out..."
She didn't ask why young Snape had approached her for help, rather than his Housemates. Sensing weakness in their own, Slytherins could become downright cannibalistic.
Minerva sighed. Porcupine quills, squid ink--and one thoroughly drenched, bristling, wretched boy.
This would take some time.
Rolling up her sleeves, she commenced plucking.