Chapter: Nouelle

The alarm rang. A hand reached out from under the black satin sheets and felt for the beeping thing on the bedside table. It fell with a crack, but the beeping didn't stop. Furious, the rest of the hand followed suit and released the sleepy man.

Sev grabbed the wand, which was also on the bedside table, aimed at the alarm clock and it exploded with a loud BANG. With a satisfied "Ah!" Severus dropped back into bed. Saturdays were so beautiful. No work, no students, no Harry, no stress, no Harry, no colleagues, no Harry ... He could go on and on forever.

He lay there for half an hour before the doorbell rang. He raised his head briefly. He glared at the front door across from his bedroom, as if that would make the someone behind it disappear. Even trying to lie down and wait for someone to disappear was of no use. Sighing, he got up and put on his slippers.Am I not nice today that I open the door for you and it won't slam right in your face again? he thought, shuffling down the hall in his long black pajamas. Yawning, he scratched his head and tossed his black hair a little more.
He turned the doorknob and squinted in the glare of the sun. The mail boy stood in front of him and grinned at him. He made a funny picture, in his black pants, his pale skin, his pink plush slippers (Dumbledore had given them to him for Christmas last year and Severus had kept them, firstly to save money and secondly because he never anyway Received a visitor who could have seen the slippers) and his sleepy-looking eyes.
"What's up ?!" he snapped at the boy unfriendly, who just held a letter out to Severus. "That's what you're going to wake me up for ?! Are you too stupid to put it in the mailbox ?!"
The boy replied, "I'm sorry, sir, but you don't have a mailbox or a mail slot."Severus stopped short. He had forgotten that. He hastily snapped at the letter, slammed the door and shuffled into the kitchen, not without resolving to buy a mailbox soon, after all, he had saved money on the slippers.

In the kitchen, he plopped down on the only chair (another sign that he rarely (or better yet) had visitors). With a casual flick of the wrist, a steaming cup of coffee emerged from the air. He sipped the drink with relish while he opened the letter.

He was from the dating agency. It contained three sheets of paper, each with a different woman written on it. He put the first two sheets of paper aside. Even the photos looked terrible. One was a grandma in her sixties and the other was a woman who looked more like a man, or the other way around.

There was no photo on the third one. Severus read the information carefully and was amazed. This woman sounded, he was reluctant to admit it, interesting!He shifted restlessly on the chair and the wood under him cracked menacingly.
The woman had many interesting hobbies that appealed to him and her name was also unusual. Nouelle- Claire Ferdon. Upon reading it several times, Severus found that the name sounded a bit silly, but still (he stood on the chair and raised his arms, like in a cheering speech) he had to try! Now or never! He was going to date her! He, Severus Snape, was going to go on a date with a woman he liked too.
But the chair literally brought him back down to earth. With a loud crack, he gave way under Severus' weight and slumped. Severus sat in a pile of splinters and became unsure.
He didn't know Nouelle. What if he didn't like her, or worse, if she didn't like him?

A bunch of questions buzzed through his head. Lost in thought, he got up and went back to his bedroom.He stood in front of the mirror. He looked terrible. He hadn't washed his hair in a week and it was silky and shiny and turned into greasy stringy hair. His eyes were still encrusted and there was a large black mark on his nose. His nose. There were people who thought it was big and hook-shaped, but there were also people (he had a special fan club in another country that he went to regularly) who couldn't fault it. They just thought he, Severus Snape, was great. They didn't mind that his skin was pale, that his nose had character, and they found his smile and humor to be irresistible.

Strengthened with renewed courage, he hopped into the bathroom, took a strong shower, washed his hair with Herbal Essences (he was able to control himself and suppress the embarrassing background noises) and then even used an expensive and well-scented aftershave.
Then he marched into the kitchen, grabbed the letter, and called the number for Nouelle."Hello?" He said from the receiver. He opened his eyes. It was Maura ...
"Hello. This is Severus Snape. I want to meet someone special." On the other end of the phone, Maura giggled.
"Oh Severus. You can just come over and meet me in person. Or are you so shy that you don't dare?" Severus swallowed hard. HE with Maura ??? What did she think ??? Maura continued "I knew immediately that you found me attractive. The way you stared at me." She giggled again. Severus couldn't imagine what could be attractive about this being. She had big bulging eyes, pink lipstick, almost black freckles, a voice that was far too high, and fake blonde hair. And he didn't want to think about her way of doing things.
"Maura! -"
"Call me a mouse, Sevvie."
"No thanks," he said coolly. "Maura, I don't want to date you. I wouldn't even think of that in my worst nightmares."He shuddered." You are the most terrible person I know and that's why I want to meet Nouelle-Claire Ferdon !!! "
At the other end he heard sobs and that made him happy. Grinning, he stood on the phone, wrapped the cable around his finger and bobbed his feet up and down happily while he heard Maura cry in his ear. Breaking hearts was quite satisfying.
"Nouelle?" She stuttered, choked with tears. "Friday evening, 7 pm. Captain Blaubär's fish restaurant. That's what she asked for herself. Have fun." And she slammed the phone down.
Severus hung up as well. Everything has been going well so far. Until now…