I got bored and missed writing Trixabelle (an OC from my other HP fic - The Doe and The Fawn) so I wrote this. Trixabelle is Snape's daughter and Scorpius Malfoy is there under the watchful eye of Snape whilst his parents are off doing something important. Anyway the beginning of this takes place at Snape's home in Spinners end.

For those reading The Doe and The Fawn who have stumbled across this, it happens the summer after Trix takes her NEWT's so two years after the beginning of that story. She's nineteen.

"No I'm not helping you with your homework."

"Come on. You know the stuff. It's not like you find it difficult."

"You should have done it before now."

"Come on! Help me." Scorpius whined.

"No."

"Fine." Scorpius grouched and sat back on the sofa with his arms folded across his chest.

Minutes later he stood up and walked over to a shelf pretending to look at some books. He picked up Trix's wand and turned back to her with an evil grin.

"Trixabelle." He said in a musical voice.

Trix's head snapped up from her work. When she saw what her cousin was holding she jumped up already knowing this wasn't going to be good.

"Give it back." she demanded. Her eyes penetrated him even though she was looking at her wand.

"Help me with my homework then."

"No way, Rich Boy."

"Don't call me that." He started bending the wand.

"Give me back my wand and I won't."

"Help me with the homework."

"Just give me back my wand, Scorpius." Trix's voice fell into exasperation.

"Help me and I will." he bent it a little further.

"No."

The wand snapped.

"Oops."

"No!" Trix squeaked and dived forwards across the small lounge of Spinners End towards Scorpius.

They both went falling to the floor taking a few books with them. The sound was enough to make Severus come into the room from where he'd been taking sanctuary from their incessant arguing in the kitchen. When he entered the room he stood impassively in the doorway. Trixabelle was wrestling something from the young Malfoy. They then both stood up and glared at each other.

"What did you do that for? I start teaching the day after tomorrow! I need my wand!" Trixabelle demanded.

"Oops." Scorpio smirked.

"'Oops'? 'Oops!' You… You… Why?"

"What is going on here?" Severus spoke calmly.

"He broke my wand, Dad. Tell me you're going to…"

"To what, Book Worm?" Scorpius smirked.

Trix turned back round to him and narrowed her eyes. Her hands were clenched into fists. Splinters from each half of her wand scratched her palms and drew blood.

"Do not call me that." She growled. "You may think that breaking my wand amusing, but when you find out how much Mr. Ollivander charges for commissioned wands you won't be smiling at your sudden lack of funds."

"You can't do that!"

"I'm perfectly sure she can, Scorpius. In fact I think your father will encourage the punishment." Severus smirked.

"A week! A week, Mr. Ollivander! You have got to be kidding me." Trix beseeched.

"I'm sorry, Miss Snape. It took me that long to make your previous wand. Fortunately I can make a sister wand which should work as effectively as your old one." Mr. Ollivander said mildly. "For now though I think young Mister Malfoy's will work for you."

Trix's eyes bulged and she stayed silent for a full minute just staring at the wand master.

"I… You… Scorpius's? You have got to be kidding me."

"Try it, Book Worm."

"Shut up, Rich Boy." Trix snapped snatching the wand from his hand.

For a moment she stared at the wand preying that it wouldn't work but the lumos she cast was almost as bright as when she used her own wand. Scorpius snickered, Mr. Ollivander chorused his approval and Severus smirked.

"You're not supposed to find this amusing!" Trix almost snapped at him.

"If the situation were reversed you would find it amusing."

Trix opened her mouth to say something but closed it with an audible click.

"Fine." She said a few moments later. "But I'm keeping Scorpius's wand until I get my new one."

Scorpius immediately stopped laughing and Trix smirked.

"Bill the Rich Boy, Mr. Ollivander. Don't worry Scorpius, ice creams are on me."

And with that she flounced out of the shop and into Diagon Alley.

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