"Are your bags packed?"

"Yes Mother!"

"Are you using a tone?!"

"Do you want me to?!"

"Hell yes! Your too soft!"

"Whatever whore!"

"Your grounded!"

"What?!"

"Kidding."

In a cloud of smoke and dust two bodies crashed to the floor of the headmasters office.

Dumbledore glanced up over his half mooned glasses with beady eyes, "Ah, Ms. Jei, and...Ms. Jei." He chuckled lightly reaching out a nimble shaky hand. The tiny raven haired teenager gladly took the invitation, while her mother brought herself to her feet, back pressed against the stone walls of the room.

"Belle my dear, was this your first flu powder experience? You seem to be a tad shaken." The old brittle man pulled the short girl to the comfort of a satire lavender chair, dusting off the back of her cloak.

"Oh stop it Albus she's fifteen not six." The older woman said approaching the chair her daughter occupied.

"The same age you were when you had me." Belle said tilting her head back to get a good look at her mother.

"Are you implying something young lady?"

"Only that your a whore mommy." Belle batted her eyes at the woman. Aicii raised a brow and grabbed her darling baby girl in a headlock.

"EW MOM! I don't want your implants in my face!" Aicii laughed and ruffled her daughters hair, releasing her.

"You loved them when you were four..."

"Yes I know...wait four?" Belle leaned back, confused.

Aicii stroked Belle's cheek softly, "You had separation issues..." Belle twitched slightly. Dumbledore sat back in his silky crimson chair watching the two, an amused smile gracing his features.

Aicii fiddled with her goblet of pumpkin juice, she wasn't nervous or anything, she was just making herself look busy. Severus Snape was to the right of her and she was pretending to be oblivious to the fact that there was a painfully awkward silence drifting around them. They had a history. Wishing the sorting would start soon so that some of this tension would be lifted. Aicii sighed, she wasn't this patient.

"Are you still with Sirius?" Snape asked his questioning gaze directed into Aicii's apple green eyes.

Damn that was random, "Um, no..." Aicii hesitated not sure where the hell this was going.

"Remus?"

"No."

"The dark lord?"

"Yeah, I'm not into the whole no nose thing...anymore."

"Luscious?"

"God no."

"Arthur?"

"Which one?"

"Weasley."

"Oh then no."

"Mr. Granger?"

"HELL FUCKING NO!"

"Mr. Crabbe?"

"NO!"

"Mr. Goyle?"

"Ew."

"Are you with anyone's dad?"

Aicii paused for second as if thinking it over, "I'm single at the moment..."

"I'm shocked." Snape leaned back in his chair looking over all the students in the great hall trying to figure out how many of their dads have slept with this woman.

Uncanny.

"Oh, don't be jealous Severus, you are still my favorite." Aicii grinned. Snape slumped further in his chair suddenly terrified for his health.

"I feel so sorry for your child." Snape said looking around for anyone who looked even remotely like the devil/woman sitting next to him.

"Ah, Belle? No she doesn't mind, as long as I don't give her a little sister or brother she's happy." Aicii said smirking.

"So...you had a girl..." Snape said minimizing his search to girls dressed in clothes two sizes to small.

"Don't start looking for a whore now. I raised a good one. A smart ass, but you gotta love the kid." Aicii said pointing to said teenager who stood to the side of all the first years waiting to be sorted separately.

"Huh, I won't be surprised if she has a child by the end of the year, knowing you." Snape murmured into his goblet. Aicii smiled, "Oh, Sev your making me blush!"

Snape glared, "Don't flatter yourself. It's not attractive." Aicii smirked and took a sip of the nasty liquid that was in her goblet, "That's not what you said." Snape twitched thinking of how many ways he could hex the whore to the left of him.