Disclaimer: see previous chapters.
The new office of Severus Snape, formerly the head of the house of Slytherin in Hogwarts and now the Fae-wizards liaison in the Ministry, was quite spacious, light, and airy (the potions master was doubtful about the value of this), and also decorated with various trophies, including those of Severus himself, when he went to Sahara to rescue Remus Lupin (he had no qualms about displaying those).
The paperwork, however, was something else, and when there was a knock on the door, the po-tions master turned diplomat eagerly took a break and said, quite politely (for him), anyways:
The door opened and in stepped Frank Longbottom. “...I admit I wasn’t expecting you,” the po-tions master said after a brief pause.
“Yes, well, these circumstances are surprising to me as well,” the (temporarily retired) Auror confessed, before grabbing the bull by the horns. “Why did you tell us, back then, that impersonating Bellatrix was a bad idea?”
“What should I have done? You weren’t as bad as Potter, but you still routinely ignored me,” Snape shrugged. “So I told you that impersonating Madame LeStrange was a bad idea, and... that was that. What did you expect me to do? Heroically self-sacrifice myself for you? I am a Slytherin, for better or for worse.”
“True enough,” Frank nodded, “even more so, considering that we barely knew each other from Adam back then – me and Alice are three years older than you; in Hogwarts, that counts very much. So, thank you for your warning, and my – our – apologies for not heeding it. Rudolphus LeStrange enabled us to understand our folly in spades.”
“Apologies accepted and so’s gratitude,” Severus nodded solemnly. “Is there anything else?”
“Yes,” Frank nodded, slightly sheepishly. “Since you’ve retired, who’ll be teaching potions this year and onwards?”
“Ah, your son will be coming to Hogwarts soon enough?” Severus nodded thoughtfully. “I was actually writing to professor Slughorn (retired), asking him for suggestions. He’s my predecessor both as a potions teacher and the head of Slytherin, so...”
“I have a suggestion,” Frank Longbottom said, slightly slyly.
“I’m listening,” Severus Snape said cautiously.
As he listened, his eyes opened widely in surprise: Longbottom’s opinion was as reckless as any Gryffindor’s... but he actually liked it, just a tiny, little, bit.
“All right,” he finally spoke, once his interlocutor was done. “I’m in.”
The next few years (or perhaps even decades) in life of the staff of Hogwarts were going to be very interesting.End of “Mommy Aoife”.