oops I did it again

[note: blogger is doing that stupid thing where it adds extra spaces between paragraphs for no reason. not my fault.] 

So... yesterday was Tuesday. Right. 

Um, I have a lot to do in very little time, so I'm just going to go dig up something old for your enjoyment... 

This is a (very very) short story that I wrote like a year or two ago for a prompt on the MNFF forums, back when I has time for such things. *sigh* The prompt was actually two pictures - one of Notting Hill Gate and one of a magic 8 ball. (It's Sev/Lil, what else?) 

Severus turned the strange Muggle object over in his hands. He could almost feel the Muggle filth rubbing into his skin, but he wouldn’t dare comment on this sensation to Lily. 

“What is it?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

“You ask it a question, and it answers you.”

This was one of the most ridiculous things that Severus had ever heard. “So you’re telling me that Muggles know Divination?”

“Of course. Just try it,” Lily said, giving him a nudge.

Feeling foolish, he looked around at the Muggles bustling about Notting Hill Gate to see if anyone was staring at him. “Er… what’s my favourite colour?” he said to the black sphere. Nothing happened.

“You have to shake it,” Lily said impatiently. Severus, still convinced that this was sheer silliness, obeyed.

“Green, the colour of Lily Evans's eyes.” The white letters appeared out of nowhere, almost as if by magic. He couldn’t believe it.

“You made it do that!”

“I did no such thing!” Lily insisted, pretending to be offended. “Ask it something else. Go on.”

“Alright. Er… will Lily and I ever get married?”

Lily smiled flirtatiously as the ball began to come up with its answer. “Not likely. You’re a degenerate creature of darkness.”

Severus was crestfallen, but Lily seemed furious. “That’s not what… JAMES POTTER!” The two of them both spun on their heels to find the last two men that either of them had wanted to see: James Potter and Sirius Black. The two Marauders were on the ground, laughing like a pair of hyenas. 

Lol. Not my best work, but I found it sifting through an old fanfic folder, and I quite like it. I hope you enjoyed those fifteen seconds of your life, because you're never going to get them back. 

Love,

Virgil