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You sit in the courtyard watching some of the first years play blind tag and you reminisce on your days playing the same game your first year. A smile small lingers on your face as you try to refocus on your work, but to no avail as the laughter of the kids draws nearer and nearer.
Before you can react, one of the kids latches onto your arm. “Tag! You’re it!” they laugh as they run away.
“Fine, I guess I’ll play! Watch out I’m going to get you!” you chuckle, shutting your eyes tight. Stumbling around with your arms held out in front of you, you follow the sound of the children’s laughter trying to tag them.
Severus Snape stands a little ways away as he watches the scene before him unfold. He is a bit surprised to see a seventh-year student playing tag with a bunch of first-years, but he also finds it amusing so he sticks around to watch for a bit. He stands off to the side and out of the way but suddenly the children start running towards him. Sighing with annoyance he turns around to begin his trek out of the courtyard when, all of a sudden, he feels arms wrap tightly around his waist, his eyes widen and he tenses up at the touch.
As your arms wrap around the waist of the person you caught, you are a bit confused. They certainly feel bigger than an eleven or twelve-year-old should, but it is a possibility that another older student joined in on the game also.
“Just what do you think you are doing (Y/L/N)? I think it is obvious I am not a child who is playing this awfully horrendous game. Let go of me now!” the person hisses.
That voice, you know that voice… It’s Professor Snape!
Dropping your arms and backing up as fast as humanly possible you open your eyes as the dungeon bat twirls around and leans down into your personal space.
“Ten points from (your house) for being a carefree imbecile when you should be studying!” he sneers, his dark eyes piercing through you.
“Sir, I don’t make the rules of the game. I tagged you so…” your voice drops to a halt as Snape lifts a hand to quiet you.
“I don’t care about the rules of your stupid little game I was not a part of. Now, get out of my sight or I will take more points from your house!”
At this point, the first years have gathered around and are looking quite sad at their game coming to an end.
“Please, Professor!”
“You were tagged!”
“Just play one round with us!”
“It’s the rules” the first-years plead.
“Fine, only one round and no more!” Snape hisses. “But, if you tell anyone that I played a game of tag with you, you will each lose a point for your house and I will see to it that you have detention also. Go on! I’ll give you a ten-second head start before I begin.” Snape shoos them away with his hands as he closes his eyes and counts to ten before beginning his pursuit to tag one of the kids.