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Nov. 9th, 2023 04:31 pm
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Severus Snape plays the ukelele. He felt he had to select at least one of the instruments the older students in Slytherin thought so terribly elegant, and the ukelele was 1) affordable and 2) portable. He considered a banjolele (a banjo the size of a ukelele), but Narcissa threatened to throw him into Black Lake if he got one.

She taught him piano because she thought the older students were ridiculous and easily taken in.

(The mania for the accordion, crumhorn, banjo, etc. only started when an upper class muggleborn in the early 1900s managed to convince the population of Slytherin that of course those instruments were the last word in elegance. Why, the Prince himself plays the banjo!)

(The Prince did not play the banjo)

In any case, the ukelele let him fit in with some of the other Slytherins and had some added benefits.

To whit: it was very easy to accompany yourself while singing. Especially the songs of the 1920s and 1930s, which delighted his Nan.

Narcissa found less delight in his newfound hobby, mostly because he sang things like I Want to Be Bad, Making Whoopee, Let’s Misbehave, and I’m a Bear in a Lady’s Boudoir.

Severus became intimately familiar with her silencing and stinging hexes. She could identify any of those songs by the first few notes, like an especially nerve-wracking parlor game.

Her Slytherin Musical Evenings were never quite the same once Severus discovered the ukelele.

(Of course she hosted Musical Evenings. Slytherin House was a microcosm of the Society over which she would eventually reign. She also hosted teas, afternoon dances, and the occasional picnic. No one quite knew how she managed so many Outstandings on her OWLs and NEWTs since she seemed to spend more time event planning than studying.)

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Nov. 9th, 2023 02:09 pm
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“Would you kindly sod off, Headmaster?” Severus growled.

He knew going into the staff room for a digestif with Minerva would prove to be a mistake. For one, the coffee was appalling. For another, it gave Dumbledore a prime opportunity to corner him.

Minerva, the traitor, sniggered into her substandard coffee.

“It’s such a very small request, Severus. Miniscule, even. And think how much joy you could bring into the lives of the aged?” Albus wheedled. “They would be so terribly excited to see you perform again. Your grandmother was a favorite of many.”

Severus nearly bit his own tongue in outrage.

“Last year, you degenerate old codger, you had me in a catsuit and some reprobate kept yelling ‘show us your arse then, darling’.” He hoped his scathing tone would singe the old arsehole’s beard off.

“Douglas Harriot went off to his next great adventure this December last,” Albus explained hurriedly, sensing his moment. “He won’t be in the audience to trouble you. And it is for charity.”

Severus favored him with the stink eye that sent most students scarpering for the hall before detentions went flying.

“I’m sure you’re very frightening, dear boy. Not one of us wonders how you keep your more vivacious students in check. I suppose I could manage to find an extra free weekend for you each term and…seven more free evenings this year?”

“What do you have in mind?” Severus sighed.

“There was a really splendid scene in a show on the telly that I saw with Cecilia and Deidre the last time I went round for tea…you’re not adverse to cross-casting, are you?”

———

Which was how Severus found himself seven weeks later, crossing the stage in the Jolly Jents Revue (all proceeds to go to the Aged Alchemists Fund) while wearing a flame-colored velvet corset (with matching and spangled pants) and singing:

Cherry ripe, Cherry ripe

Ripe I cry…

He tossed a long curl over his shoulder and hoped against hope that the pompadour they’d swooped his front hair into would hold. It had to last at least through You’d Be Surprised, Sister Susie’s Sewing Shirts for Soldiers and The Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me.

The extra free weekends would be worth it.

“Show us your arse then, darling!”

For example, he could use one to murder Lucius Malfoy.

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Nov. 9th, 2023 02:07 pm
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Why is my favorite genre of fic “Much to his consternation, people want to wrap Severus up in blankets and spoil him”?

Hubert Prewett, Sr., having seen him for 5 minutes is poking me that he’d very much like to get to know the sarky arsehole better.

Lucius and Narcissa keep being solicitous and worried. “Oh yes, he’s a bit delicate. His lungs you know. Grew up in one of those wretched industrial cities with bad air and the most atrocious smog.” (Lucius will explain to anyone who stands still for 30 seconds). Narcissa frets about warm enough underclothes and drafts.

Minerva wants him to have a nap and a nice cup of tea.

His 1983 7th year students are conspiring and a few of them are knitting or crocheting blankets as fast as they can work around NEWT prep.

And Albus worries about cold and damp feet. Can be injurious, you know, cold feet. Lead to all sorts of colds. Pneumonia, even.

Pomfrey keeps trying to offer him some strengthening broth.

Honestly, he’s about to leave the castle altogether if one more person offers him a warm anything.

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Nov. 9th, 2023 01:45 pm
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Because I had this thought and now everyoe needs to know:

What if the WW upper class instrument wasn’t the piano? What if it was the accordion or the hurdy-gurdy?

Or…the banjolele.

Imagine, if you will, a small Severus just arrived in the Slytherin common room, having been brought up on tales of how elegant and refined they are, and the 6th and 7th years are hauling out their accordions (or hurdy-gurdies or banjoleles) for a quick practice together before heading off to bed.

He imagined something like a string ensemble, maybe. Violins were dead posh, yeah? But he gets an ensemble of accordions (or other humorous instrument) instead.

Dear Mam, (said a rather ink-splattered parchment arriving by first post the next morning)

I arrived safely and got sorted into Slytherin. Lily is in Gryffindor, but we promised we’d still be friends. Did you know any Potters or Blacks at school? I met one of each on the train and they were rude.

Lucius Malfoy has told me he’s taking me under his wing, whatever that means. Da wouldn’t like his hair much. He said to tell you Abraxas sends his regards.

I’ll write after classes tomorrow to tell you how they went.

Love,

Severus

PS WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THE ACCORDIONS!?

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Nov. 9th, 2023 01:43 pm
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Is Snape sallow or does he just have the wrong skin tone to wear almost unrelieved black?

I can only think of Harriet Vane, who thought of herself as sallow while Wimsey described her skin as honey-colored. And of the comment from her dressmaker when she needed black for mourning the king’s death (Thrones, Dominations):

“It’ll be alright if we keep it off the face.”

Snape’s wardrobe, as described, would certainly be a trial for anyone with an inclination to sallowness.

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Nov. 9th, 2023 01:14 pm
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Many HP fans would like to blame all of Neville’s Potions woes on Snape.

But we never see Neville ask anyone for help. He never approaches Hermione outside class hours to ask a question (because she’s much more approachable, honestly) or to ask for her help understanding the material. He never mentions having a tutor over the summer. We never see him doing any outside reading on anything Potions related to try to improve.

While Snape’s teaching style isn’t great for a sensitive child, that child also has to take some kind of responsibility for his educational success, especially in the 1990s.

I was in school at similar times to Harry Potter. If I didn’t ask for help, my teachers wouldn’t necessarily clock to my struggles. Even at a youngish age, we were expected to speak up to our teachers or ask friends or parents for help understanding things if we were struggling with the material.

Now, we could say that it isn’t important to the narrative so we don’t see it, but if Snape was supposed to be some monster of a teacher, wouldn’t this be better pointed out by even one scene of a child struggling but trying to improve and still failing (due to having an awful teacher)?

Or is Snape a teacher frustrated by a child who will not ask for help from anyone despite repeated failures? As presented in canon, he feels more like the latter.

He even seems to give Neville more latitude than other students—it took 6 melted cauldrons before Snape gave him a single detention. The one in first year rated a scolding, yes, but no other action (other than an unfair point taken from Harry).

More thoughts, including mostly more Madge

  • Madge Snape was born Madge Fairchilde. She never knew her parents’ families. Either of them. They gave her some pablum about ‘difficulties’ and 'disapproval’. Only her grandparents had bought the cottage she grew up in and supported her parents. There were a large number of awkward silences in her childhood.
  • The penny didn’t drop completely until her grandson went off to a school his parents only vaguely described. And she watched him in her garden, twirling about with a cloud of buttercups around him. She had a vague memory of a large house and a big garden and hushed voices…and the word Squib.
  • It also wasn’t difficult to get Severus talking once he came back for the Summer. If she intimated more knowledge than she actually had, she’d be forgiven, most likely. He gave her a great deal to think about. Including the kind of family geneaology you couldn’t get down the local library.
  • Catching Tobias in a sober moment, she gave him a few home truths. How his 'miraculous’ escapes during bombardments, how he always knew where the shells might fall, how he was always there to shove someone down, how he could move that fast, that gracefully was due to the same thing that sent his boy so far away. That it was her blood, his blood, and Eileen’s all together that gave Severus his…abilities.
  • It was better, then. Not perfect, no, but there were no more raised fists. No more brutal beatings for Severus, either. She may have told him that if he didn’t clean up and stop taking out his anger and fear on his wife and child she’d see to it they left him. Eileen loved him too much to say those words. But they both knew she was the only person on the earth who could make Eileen leave.
  • It helped that Severus came back. And kept coming back. She’d never say it, but she knew half her Toby’s hatred of magic was the fear it would take his son from him.
  • She thanked whatever god or gods there were out there that she got to live to see Toby and Eileen happy together again.
  • She never had a fancy career on stage, but she had solid work. Whenever she could, when she could spare the money, she’d rent a little studio for an afternoon and record a few songs. In her old age, she had them compiled on records for Severus. She even did a version of that song he liked so much by the man with the funny hair - Friday I’m in Love. She didn’t approve of his hair, but she liked his music.
  • She did get to sing a broadway-type role once. It was Showboat and she brought the house down with Life Upon the Wicked Stage.
  • Madge liked the punk music Severus played for her (much better than that noisy jazz that sounded like five vacuum cleaners and an accordion tossed down the stairs). She had quite a few words to say on the subject of not telling her about it sooner. And Queen…she liked Queen. She considered most of her peers hopeless fuddy-duddies.
  • Madge outlived everyone but Severus, which was why he got her recordings and a legacy she’d put aside for him.
  • And the cottage. And the bees.
  • And her stock portfolio. (She kept up with the times)

Madge (well, Marjorie, but only her Terrence calls her Marjorie)

Mostly 1920s and 30s. She had a lovely voice but could also sing the blues, depending on the gig. (She’s my HC for Severus’s grandmother - she was a music hall performer so she also does a good line on Gilbert and Sullivan)

  • I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate
  • No, No Nora
  • Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby?
  • It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie
  • Let’s Misbehave
  • I’m Nobody’s Baby
  • Button Up Your Overcoat
  • Be Like the Kettle and Sing
  • Shine On Harvest Moon

Tobias and Eileen

Mostly later 1930s and 1940s - Tobias’ music. They love to dance together. Tobias was the only person Eileen would ever trust when dancing swing or jive - he never dropped her.

  • Dream a Little Dream (of Me)
  • P.S. I Love You (the Bing Crosby version)
  • You Go to My Head
  • Begin the Beguine
  • In the Mood (it’s not period, but the Puppini Sisters version is excellent)
  • Moonlight Serenade (for those slow dance feels, just circling around the sitting room together)
  • Tuxedo Junction
  • Moonlight Becomes You (this is how Eileen learns Tobias can sing - listen to the Bing Crosby version)

Severus

An odd mix of eras, which is usually what happens when you have someone growing up within their own music era exposed to earlier ones.

  • Friday I’m in Love (he’s maybe sort of secretly a romantic at heart)
  • London Calling
  • Killer Queen
  • You’re My Best Friend (bittersweet, for those moments he really wants to torture himself)
  • Crazy Little Thing Called Love (it reminds him of his parents when he was tiny)
  • Moonlight Serenade (ditto)
  • The Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me (Nan taught him when he was small)
  • A Bear in a Lady’s Boudoir (ditto)
  • I Want to Be Bad (Nan was maybe not the best influence, but keeping up with her when she wanted to Charleston kept his cardiovacular system healthy)
  • Just generally the UK punk scene (the anger was incredibly cathartic)
  • It wasn’t just his parents’ reputation (and Spinner’s End) that hurt Severus’ social life. People tended to whisper about his Nan. She’d been on the stage - a music hall principal - and there were many who said she was no better than she ought to be. But she’d been young and pretty with a husband disabled by war and a son to feed. If singing got her that, then she’d strut her stuff seven nights a week and Tuesday matinees until her voice gave out. Not like anyone complained during the next war, when her voice exhorting people to ‘be like the kettle and sing’ brought in much needed donations.
  • Nan taught him all the best songs from the 1920s and 30s. He knew not to sing them around his teachers, though. For some reason, when he was tiny, singing The Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me could make his parents laugh so hard they’d forget their argument.
  • Even as an adult, Severus can sing a large number of the dirtiest songs ever banned. He times Wolfsbane to A Bear in a Lady’s Boudoir.
  • Nan’s 'wages of sin’ bought the house in Spinner’s End. She wanted to make sure her family would always be housed.
  • Tobias Snape had thought his life would go much differently. He’d wound up a batman to one of the higher up officers (practically growing up in a wardrobe department meant he could mend just about anything…and he knew more about bizarre stain removal at age 9 than most full-grown people). After demob, he’d been employed as the man’s valet. He liked the work and it paid well, but death duties on the estate and ever-growing taxes put him out of work.
  • Tobias ironed his own clothing. He tried showing Eileen, several times, but she and the iron never quite got on.
  • Eileen and Tobias’ mother (Madge) were the only people who ever called him Toby.
  • Eileen never really regretted leaving her family. She only wished the world was easier on her Toby.
  • Until he started drinking, Eileen and Tobias enjoyed a good argument. They loved placing little bets on things and going to the library to find the answer.
  • Later in life, Tobias got a job as a porter in a university residence hall. He expected the students to be hoity-toity types, but he found he liked them. They reminded him of his own boy and they liked that he remembered when they were having exams so he could wish them luck.
  • Tobias quit drinking when he lost Eileen. Nothing really numbed that pain, although reconciling with Severus helped.
  • Nan left Severus a little legacy, just enough to help him live independently after his own war.

Lucius Malfoy may have encouraged Severus Snape toward service to Lord Voldemort, but he certainly DID NOT want Severus seeing some if what went on.

Lucius became terribly adept at kicking Severus upstairs to bed and then proclaiming him a martyr to migraine when the more…interesting meetings occurred. There may also have been occasions where Severus was in the room but saw nothing because Lucius immediately covered his eyes when the screaming started.

Severus Snape plays the ukelele. He felt he had to select at least one of the instruments the older students in Slytherin thought so terribly elegant, and the ukelele was 1) affordable and 2) portable. He considered a banjolele (a banjo the size of a ukelele), but Narcissa threatened to throw him into Black Lake if he got one.

She taught him piano because she thought the older students were ridiculous and easily taken in.

(The mania for the accordion, crumhorn, banjo, etc. only started when an upper class muggleborn in the early 1900s managed to convince the population of Slytherin that of course those instruments were the last word in elegance. Why, the Prince himself plays the banjo!)

(The Prince did not play the banjo)

In any case, the ukelele let him fit in with some of the other Slytherins and had some added benefits.

To whit: it was very easy to accompany yourself while singing. Especially the songs of the 1920s and 1930s, which delighted his Nan.

Narcissa found less delight in his newfound hobby, mostly because he sang things like I Want to Be Bad, Making Whoopee, Let’s Misbehave, and I’m a Bear in a Lady’s Boudoir.

Severus became intimately familiar with her silencing and stinging hexes. She could identify any of those songs by the first few notes, like an especially nerve-wracking parlor game.

Her Slytherin Musical Evenings were never quite the same once Severus discovered the ukelele.

(Of course she hosted Musical Evenings. Slytherin House was a microcosm of the Society over which she would eventually reign. She also hosted teas, afternoon dances, and the occasional picnic. No one quite knew how she managed so many Outstandings on her OWLs and NEWTs since she seemed to spend more time event planning than studying.)