[House_Elf_21]

The very next day....

"Well, Professor Snape," said Madam Pomfrey, "it looks as though your blood pressure is back to normal. You should do karaoke night more often."

"Merlin forbid," said Snape, rolling down his long black sleeve. "That's the last time I listen to the Headmaster."

"Speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore has a favor to ask of you."

Snape sat up so fast that he got light-headed. "What could he possibly want now? Is it my cholesterol? Weight? Height? Feet?--Nose? Does he want me to run a marathon with Potter on my back? I'm getting too old for this."

"Don't be foolish," snapped Madam Pomfrey. "He simply needs you to fill in for him--"

Snape's lips curled up. "Really? And Minerva is not up for the job?"

Madam Pomfrey shot him a look. "--Minerva? Dear, no; don't be ridiculous. Dumbledore said you're the best man for the job."

"Excellent."

"Good. Be at NWS at 9:30 a.m. sharp."

"The National Wizarding Station?" Snape raised an eyebrow at her. "Might I inquire what business might take me there?"....

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9:30 a.m. sharp the next morning....

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome toooooooo 'The Dating Game.'"