New Findings

Snape was nearly done with putting up with Harry Potter for his seventh year at Hogwarts. It was Snape's first day back to Hogwarts and he was already sick of hearing "Harry Potter" where ever he went.
He swept down the hallway towards the dinning hall for the Great Feast that always announced the beginnings of a new year at the school. His long, black, menacing robes trailed behind him as he glided across the stone floor of the school.
Snape was extraordinarily ticked off today; the news of a new Defense against the Darks Arts hadn't reached him until the very last moment. His closest friend had taken the job he had wanted the most since he had begun attending Hogwarts when he was only eight years old.
He flung the dinning hall doors wide open and stomped all the way to his seat; which was right next to the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. "Lucius," Snape growled between his already grinded teeth.
Lucius' head turned slowly as if he was already gloating to Snape, "Ah! Severus...How are you? Did you hear that I was offered a job here to teach the Dark Arts?" His cold grey eyes beamed with delight and every word he had said stabbed at Snape's already broken heart.
"Just recently I have..." Snape muttered as he swept his robes back to sit in his place. "Won't you have some trouble with having two jobs at once, Lucius?" Snape's hopes were still floating as he waited for him to reply what he wanted to hear.
"Oh, yes..." Lucius sighed, "But Albus has found a substitute professor for when I have to work for the Ministry of Magic." Lucius grinned to Snape, "How was your summer, Severus?"
Snape's hopes were shot down and burned before his eyes, "Just-w- onder-fu-l..." he gripped the edge of his robe tightly to hide his anger from him. "I take it that Draco is doing fine?" Snape still had smoke coming from his ears as he changed the subject as quickly as possible.
"Draco?" Lucius drew a blank for a moment, "Oh...yes," he said after he had realized that he had a son named Draco. "He's doing grand...he just had his birthday, he turned-er...sixteen I think."
"Seventeen, Lucius..." Snape sighed.
"Really?" Lucius said in amazement, "Boy, time sure does go quickly doesn't it?"
"So does your brain," Snape muttered bitterly under his breath.
"What, Severus?" Lucius raised an eyebrow to him.
"It sure does," Snape said in a loud voice.
A few minutes later Dumbledore, McGonagall and the rest of the professors gathered around the dinning hall and finally took their proper seats when the students started to arrive. Dumbledore gave his usual speech; which put Snape to sleep every time he heard it; once the new first years were placed into their houses.
"Our new Defense against the Dark Arts professor is Professor Malfoy here," Dumbledore lifted his hand towards Lucius who nodded in reply. "And our substitute professor is Professor Hunter..." Dumbledore pointed to the professor down at the opposite end of the table where Snape was sitting.
Snape rolled his eyes; he had always hated the substitutes that Dumbledore had picked out personally; he gave a snort as Dumbledore continued to explain what the professor would substitute for. Most of the substitutes were as worthless and as pathetic as Gilderoy Lockheart and Quirrell. The professors who always treated themselves on higher levels just because they thought they were good at their jobs.
"Another git I presume," Snape muttered to Lucius as he turned his head to see what the substitute would look like this time. "Maybe this one won't look like a frog so badly or stutter constantly..." he sneered as he glanced to the end of the table.
Snape's jaw dropped, "A-a-girl?" he stuttered to himself. His cruel comments left his mind immediately and Snape had drawn a complete blank of what to say. Snape closed his mouth and swallowed hard, "Who in the world- ?"
He stared in wonder at the professor; she stuck out like no other that he had seen in his life time before. Her pitch black robes and dark as night eyes made his heart leap. She had dark blue hair that reached her shoulders and it shined brilliantly as she moved her head to talk with Hagrid. She smiled brightly to Hagrid as she reached for an apple across the table; she grabbed the darkest apple; she nodded in agreement as Hagrid continued to talk with her. "Albus highly recommended her as a professor; she rejected the Dark Arts offer though, oddly enough..." Lucius whispered to Snape in his ear.
"And lucky you got the job-right?" Snape growled to him; still bitter about the subject. He kept his eye on the professor as she ate the apple and he completely ignored what Lucius was telling him.