By now you know that my tale concerns three wizards:
Remus Lupin, werewolf -- handsome, heroic, unfailingly polite, but cursed with the less-than-honorable sex drive of a Dark, unsated creature.
Severus Snape, Potions Master, spy -- dark, irascible, unyielding, aloof; and with a repressed sexuality that simmers just below the surface like a cauldron kept just beneath a rolling boil.
Sirius Black, Animagus -- Shameless Hedonist and Unapologetic Deviant; trappep behind the Veil for nigh onto four years and, understandably, horny as all hell
Articulate wizards all, and normally I allow them to speak for themselves.
But not tonight.
Tonight they are indisposed.
They are indisposed because Remus Lupin has realized that both he and Sirius Black -- his best friend and erstwhile bed partner -- want the same thing from Severus Snape.
And they want it at the same time.
They are also indisposed because Remus has discovered that Sirius Black has set out to get *exactly* what they both want; by means of a rather powerful aphrodisiac.
Which he has applied to Severus Snape.
Without Severus Snape's knowledge or consent.
As for our good Professor Snape, he is indisposed because... well, you can imagine, I'm sure.
After all, the potion Black "accidentally" doused him with was the same one that resulted in the 1879 resignation of Reginald Trueheart, Minister of Magic, who was found ravaging his
Severus Snape, to be blunt, is having a bit of a rough night.
He's not sure why he can't concentrate, or why his trousers feel oh so very tight, or why he can't stop thinking of that infernal werewolf and that shameless ninny Black.
He only knows that everything seems to be Going to the Dogs. ;-)
