Professor McGonagall sat down with a sigh, looking longingly at the bottle of scotch in her office.
She was almost finished marking the last revision of the finals. It wouldn’t take her long to finish the last three papers, and she had seven more assignments to correct before she’d be free from the responsibilities for this year.
Not that she didn’t have other things to do…
Ding.
She looked up at the notification, fixing her askew glasses and grabbing the mouse. She clicked open the email, ignored the usual pleasantries, and opened the attached file, expecting to see a Word Document with Potter’s assignment, with three hours to spare before the final deadline.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t what she saw.
It was a video.
Severus entered his office and shut the door behind him, happy to have a free hour before he had to deal with other “adults”.
Sometimes, he wondered whose bright idea it was to let frat and sorority groups form. It was like a popularity contest people had to pay to enter, and they got too competitive over it - he’d heard stories about people not being hired because they weren’t in the right frat group! Like that was the most important consideration for potential applicants.
The latest person he’d been interviewing to potentially become one of his TAs had blathered on about Delta Psi Beta and how great the parties are. He’d quickly shown the man the door and left the interview room, unwilling to deal with anything else for a while.
Ding.
He looked up, walked over to his desk and looked at the computer.
He smiled when he saw he’d received an email from Harry. They didn’t usually message each other during the day, preferring to spend evenings or weekends together, but since he was working on his thesis, their time together had dwindled.
Maybe Harry wanted to meet up during lunch, he thought before he opened the email.
He didn’t.
He'd sent him an assignment.
Harry stretched, releasing a jaw-cracking yawn.
He was almost done - he had sent in his last assignment for Professor McGonagall, and he still had one more final exam to sit. He still had a week until the exam, so he’d decided to spend the weekend with Severus.
He hoped the email was provocative enough to get the man interested in… enjoying the weekend together.
He smiled at the memory, lying back on the chair.
He’d just rest his eyes for a minute…
Bring bring!
He jerked awake, almost falling out of the chair, groaning at the pain in his back from his ill-advised nap.
Bring bring!
“All right, all right!” Harry mumbled, reaching blindly for his phone, “‘ello?”
“Ah, you’re half-asleep. That explains it,” Severus’ voice through the phone waking him up quicker than an espresso shot.
“Explains what? Did you not like my email?”
“It’s nice of you to send me your assignment, but you know I don’t understand any of it - wouldn’t it be better if you sent it to Professor McGonagall?”
It took his brain a while to catch up with that statement, but he cursed up a storm when it did.
“I meant to send that to her and send something to you.”
“Ah. Perfectly understandable. We’ve all sent people the wrong thing. Send her a quick email - I’m sure she’ll laugh it off,” Severus declared.
“You don’t understand,” Harry whined, cheeks redder than Ron’s hair, “I sent her…”
(It was mortifying.)
Professors McGonagall and Snape couldn’t look each other in the eye for three months after that incident.