Snape slouched in his chair in the corner of the Bar and Grill. God he hated this place! Unfortunately it was the only place open at this hour. Snape looked down at his plate and watched his crisps slowly melt in the pickle juice. When he had asked for a ham sandwich with pickles he had meant for the pickles to be on the sandwich, not beside it. Bloody Damn Americans. He glowered at the young blond waitress. Snape's attention was drawn tot he door by a drop in the general voice level and the sudden lumbering shuffle of the bouncer.

Lovely. Yet another reason to loath this place. Snape glowered as Robin of Loxley and Nottingham walked by holding hands. Just wait for Little John to show up and that would be one impressive jealousy driven cat fight. His attention now drawn away from his sandwich Snape allowed his gaze to wander the crowd. He nodded to Elliott Marston when their eyes met. Marston was one of the few people Snape liked. The man could usually hold up his end of a conversation. Snape's eyes slide over McClane and Hans Gruber slowly circling one another and exchanged heated insults. Rufus and Metatron were sharing a table spitting their drinks into empty glasses.

Snape looked back at his plate in disgust. Upon hearing his name called Snape looked up to see young Racer standing there. "Yes?" he enquired.

"Do you know when Harry and Ron are going to be by? I have some new schematics I wanted to go over with them."

Snape glared at the young race driver as he waited for something scathing and properly ego deflating to occur to him to say. When nothing came to mind he simply snapped a "No!" and went back to his plate. Wonderful. Just wonderful. He knew this was going to happen. He was starting to loose his edge. The razor edge of his sarcastic wit was dulling and he was falling into the use of clichés!!!

If that Bloody Damn Woman didn't get back to writing soon all his wits and brains were going to slowly leech away. Then he would be stuck here to endlessly while away his hours. At that moment Snape could think of nothing he would abhor more than having to spend the rest of his life in the Seventh Dimension Bar and Grill endlessly drinking coffee and pretending not to notice the minutes slipping into hours. And the hours to days, and the days to years. Hell, as it was he almost had Alexander Dane's whole lecture on being true "to the art" mesmerized. Then again he had no wish to end up like Mulder and Scully or Jamie and Nina; endlessly yo-yoed in and out as countless fan fic writers monopolized their time. Already Snape had heard an ugly rumor about some growing trend amongst "shippers" concerning himself and Hagrid. Snap tried to suppress a shiver and failed.

Suddenly his plate was yanked off his table and a shrill voice said "Why you have this? You no want this. I get you nice bowl noodles." The blue haired anime girl hurried off to the kitchen and returned with the promised bowl of noodles.

Still unable to think of something sarcastic and unpleasant to say Snape growled at her retreating back. "Bloody Damn Woman." Snape shifted in his chair and glared around the room. It must be getting on to early morning. The older customers were beginning to be replaced with the younger anime crowd. At some point Snape must have drifted off because when he next looked around Gandalf was standing in front of him. He blinked once or twice and refocused his eyes. "Ah, Albus. What brings you here?"

"I came to fetch you Severus. Classes will begin in a short while."

"Ah, but why worry? Nothing is going to happen with that Bloody Damn Woman running all over the country. She should be home, sitting diligently over her computer. But no . . . "

Albus Dumbledore sat watching as Severus Snape continued to rant. He paid very little attention to the two teenage anime boys chasing each other across his head. When Snape Paused to take a breath Dumbledore stood, suddenly dislodging the boy on his head an narrowly escaping being hit with a bucket of cold water. "Yes, yes. That's all as may be but until then we will simply have to carry on. Oh, I do beg your pardon Dr. Mesmer. I didn't see you standing there."

Snape slowly rose from his chair and blearily followed Dumbledore out of the bar still muttering about the Damn Bloody Slow Woman.