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Severus Snape stood in the back of Headmistress McGonagall's office as she held a meeting with the faculty, something that was done the day before every new school year. It was s the usual speech of how they should make the students feel welcome and help them excel. Nothing Severus hadn't heard many times before. The meeting was convened an hour later and everyone filled out talking amongst each other. Severus made for the door before a hand was placed on his arm.
"Severus can you stay. We need to talk about something." Said Minerva sweetly. Severus grumbled under his breath and turned. "It has come to my attention that you have not taken in an apprentice Severus. May I ask why?"
"I have not found anyone worthy." He answered coolly. Really it was because no one asked.
"Well then, that will change." Minerva handed him a thick folder. "Come to me when you've made you decision, after you've read the file." She looked away as she sat behind her desk and picked a few papers to read. He knew when he'd been dismissed. Severus turned on his heal and left her office and briskly walked back down to the dungeons to his chambers. He took off his robe and through it over the sofa, unbuttoned the buttons of his jacket, removed his cravat, and sat on the high winged back chair near the fire.
Severus opened the file and was met by the image of a young woman that was looking to apprentice under a potions master. She wore a uniform of black with a large blue scarf that wrapped around her shoulders and neck. Her skirt was above her knees and hugged her thighs and hips. She didn't wear stockings but wore boots. The jacket she wore was a lot like Severus' but not as long and a lot more military looking. Her hair was brought back in a long black braid (capped off by a gold tube at the end). He looked at the first sheet of the dossier.
Name: Nergis Marin Fahri Avius
Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Eyes: Amethyst
Hair: long, curly, black
Race: Mixed (Native American, African, French, Turkish)
Wand: 13 inches Maple Dragon Rigid (rarely used)
NEWTS: All A's
OWLs: All A's
Study: Potions
Qualifications: Expert Healer
Handicaps: Mute (can communicate magically)
Family: Deceased
Summary: Has been mute since the age of four. Has mastered the art of the silent spell since then. Magic became evident at the age of two. Is strong and a very proficient healer. Has studied different kinds of healing as well as some different potion techniques. Is a serious and quick learner and does not dawdle.
Severus read the last line confused. She was mute? How did she was she able to progress so far? And what made her a mute? Severus looked over the rest of it and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. The reason he never had an apprentice was because no one asked. He was more than willing to take one on now that the war was over and he had plenty of time. He was more than capable and more than qualified and he could use the help in the lab. Severus thought about it more as he stared at the fire with a glass of firewhiskey. He glanced over to the dossier again and opened it. She looked like she would be someone worthy of working as an apprentice. He could see the no none sense look in her eyes.
The next day Severus made his way to Minerva's office. The password had been changed to Bastet. A far cry from Albus' candy related passwords. She sat behind her desk looking over some papers behind her half moon glasses. "May I help you Severus?" she asked pleasantly as she looked up at him.
"I'll accept her." was all he said. Severus quickly turned and left leaving no time for Minerva to respond. At the gentle closing of her door she smiled to herself. Never in a million years had she thought Severus would willingly take an apprentice. She looked up at the portrait of Albus who smiled with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.