Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
Snape cleared his throat. "The current pass phrase for my office is 'Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit' wait for fifteen heartbeats and say 'Aegrescit medendo' then turn the knob left for half a turn right for a full turn and left again to open. In the third drawer on the right side of my desk tap the left eye of the inlaid snake with your left index finger the right eye with your right index finger and then circle the head with your right thumb in a clockwise motion. Inside the drawer is a bottle of ten year old Torrylin. Please present it to Mr. Potter with my compliments."
"Yes, Professor," Daphne agreed.
"Where did you find a bottle of Torrylin?" McGonagall demanded.
"Being a Slytherin is all about making contacts," Snape said simply. "Now please assure me that I haven't done something bloody stupid in giving the boy one of the better bottles in my collection."
"Don't be insulting," Minerva scoffed. "As if a student could get through my house without learning something so elementary. Be a different story if you'd tried to foist a bottle of that sissy French vinegar on him."
Odd Ideas, Chapter 130
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