Well, right now I am working on a New Year's Eve sequel fanfic, but I do feel the plot bunnies furious breeding away in the back of my brain...
Arriving by Portkey, Severus was quickly ushered under a very large umbrella charmed to hover over him as he made his way to the dressing room to change. It was bucketing. Severus hadn't seen rain this heavy since he had to Portkey to Vietman in the middle of monsoon season. Not only was it pissing down, it was humid as well. He felt like he was trapped in some enormous steam bath.
Severus Snape had Portkeyed all the way from England to Phoque-Tarde, Texas, a little backwater wizarding hellhole near the border of the state of Louisiana, located between the boonies and the sticks.
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Arriving by Portkey, Severus was quickly ushered under a very large umbrella charmed to hover over him as he made his way to the dressing room to change. It was bucketing. Severus hadn't seen rain this heavy since he had to Portkey to Vietman in the middle of monsoon season. Not only was it pissing down, it was humid as well. He felt like he was trapped in some enormous steam bath.
Severus Snape had Portkeyed all the way from England to Phoque-Tarde, Texas, a little backwater wizarding hellhole near the border of the state of Louisiana, located between the boonies and the sticks.