She just stood against the doors, screaming away her pent up energy. The letter in her left, pale hand was crumpled in rage as her headache came back from the recesses of her mind. In no time, most of the professors came out to investigate, rushing through the door with their wands at the ready, knocking her flat off her feet. Hagrid's pink umbrella seemed to bring her back to reality, as did the face he was making, while McGonagall's normally stern look became even more fearsome and, somehow, cat-like. Everyone in the school seemed to come out to fight, save for three. One, who was currently incapacitated for his bestiality problem, while two and three just sat there eating breakfast, and from what she could tell through the crack of the swinging door, acting like this was to be expected.

"As I was saying Severus, we'll be needing to heighten the security measures- " Dumbledore could be heard from where she stood, about to pound her head into the ground and hide for eternity. Snape followed his words as he picked at his bacon and drank from his goblet.

As the teachers continued to search for danger, the students started to file in, also whipping their wands out and standing in their own 'fearsome' fighting poses.

"Sorry…about that." She chuckled nervously, backing away from the crowd of battle-ready teachers and teenagers. "False alarm, just bad news from my, um, boss is all… carryon." Still embarrassed, she slipped away from sight as she turned down a hall way, ready to go to sleep and confront Dumbledore about this matter later. She heard the groans of disappointed young ones mixing along with the impatient mumbles and sighs of relief from the elders. She hurried her pace down the corridor.

For one week, she was here for one week, and she wanted to cry. Nowhere in her job description did it say that she had to be tormented by dementors, baby sit the kiddies when the teachers couldn't hold their bladders any longer, or actually teach a class while, said teachers, were currently relieving themselves, for HOURS at a time. Sometimes, they just wouldn't come back. Then, the ministry had needed her to level with the dementors, and attempt to calm them when they got aggravated over the lack of souls to suck.

Of course, auror's can not complain.

Taking a turn to the Grand Staircase, she waited for the right one to just slide into place and lead her to her destination. Her room on the sixth floor. However, as she was waiting, something scurried past her foot and underneath her all black robes. And then that something began to crawl up.

She screamed for the second time, this time in fear as that -THING- ran farther up and onto her back, pausing for a slight second before Felicity began to dance around wildly, trying her best to just, get it off. Scrambling about the room for something to get it out, she found nothing that could help her instantly, unless shattering a vase on her back would kill the cretin. After a few more moments, if finally clicked, she's a freaking witch. Taking out her wand, she muttered a quick incantation, and she felt the creature's claws instantly loosen as she heard a soft thump hit the marble floors. It continued on its way to a dark corner of the room, and then making its way to what she assumed would be the Great Hall. She now remembered why rats were never a friend of hers.

"Well done, it took you a full minute to realize you could cast a simple spell." Professor Snape came from the corridor she had just exited, wand ready and slightly annoyed. "We all heard you scream, again, and I must say this is turning out to be like that story, 'The Boy Who Cried Werewolf." He stopped, and she was ready to just kick his ass.

"Shouldn't you be teaching?" She smoothed her robes down, in an effort to look calm, eyeing him warily.

"Shouldn't you ?"

"What?"

"While I'm taking care of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, who do you think is teaching the N.E.W.T level potions class? Or didn't the Headmaster tell you?" Snape walked down into the direction of the dungeons, and for some odd reason, she knew he was smirking in a self-satisfied kind of way, which just triggered a mental image of Snape hanging from the rafters above her. The worst part was that she realized that Potions was her worst subject, and had absolutely no plan to go about teaching it.

"Wait, you already gave them instructions for the day right? RIGHT! She called back helplessly, but he was already out of sight.

"I hate my life."

THE DUNGEONS

"I REALLY hate my life." Grumbling she sat down and started to stare around the room.

She was seated behind Snape's desk in his cold, dank dungeon that received very little light and cleaning. It smelt weird too, like a mixture of dull peppermint and fish. She was glancing at the small group of teenagers who actually managed to get through Snape's torture. Oddly enough, they were all Slytherins and maybe two Ravenclaws.

Nothing has changed

The faces in front of her sat in their respective tables, according to the seating chart, and she looked around for a few seconds, wondering what the hell Snape would have planned for them today. They actually looked rather pleased with themselves which would have scared her if she wasn't so damned tired and angry. She wondered vaguely if the fumes from the classes would have messed with their brain cell count. Maybe he had brainwashed them? Oh, duh, he's a potionsmaster, they're all under some crazy…no Dumbledore would've known about it. Looking at the two boys in front, she noticed that they both seemed confused and dazed, almost like they had never seen anyone else behind this desk. So she propped her feet up, and laid back, getting a little bit of a reaction from them. One looked like he was about to swoon, while the other just gazed at her. So with nothing to say, she just kicked backed and relaxed. The chair was actually quite comfy, and after getting a few minutes of relaxation, she settled back onto the boys.

"Do you guys really like this class?" She directed it to them who were both in Ravenclaw. The sudden question put everyone else off guard. The boys looked at each other, shocked that she would ask a question like that to them. However, when one was about to answer, a Slytherin girl with black, spiky hair, spoke up from the back table. She stood up, nice and proud, with a malicious smileplastered on her face. She was missing a tooth.

"Of course they do, they even get to try the potions they make!" Felicity guessed as much, knowing all too well that Snape did, in fact, play favorites and added poisons to his teaching agenda.

"Do you?"

The boys shook their head in the negative, and now she was in a power play for control in the class. It's unfortunate for this girl that Felicity practically invented this game.

"Its Miss DeFay, right? Ten points!" Merlin, she loved power, she began to look at her boots as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"What! You can't-"

"Yes I can, I am your commander now, and I will not allow insults in this class."

"But-"

"Sit down, Miss DeFay."

The poor girl seemed to really try hard to find a comeback, but couldn't. So she sat back down, dejected and humiliated. Was the class really that miserable? More importantly though,

Why do I even care?

"Class…today you have a free day, don't mess with the cauldrons, ingredients, or anything else that can cause an explosion or fatal accident. Be good, no duels and you know the rest. I'm going to go have a talk with your professor when this is done and over with."

"Miss Stratus? I think we're supposed to be working on-"

Merlin, I hate kids. What was surprising was that one of the students actually care.

"Does it involve fire, acids, and or spells of any kind?"

"Well, ye-"

"Then no."

So hours passed of idle chit chat as she watched each student like a hawk, while reading Witch Weekly and eating the last of her candy that she had stored in her bag. So she's not the best substitute teacher, well maybe asshole should leave a lesson plan the next time she's called in to work inside a classroom. And as the bell finally rang, she jumped straight out of her seat, grabbed her bag, and quickly left the students behind to fend for themselves.

"AND TOUCH NOTHING ON YOUR WAY OUT!"

She now had patrol, but after that, she would hunt down Snape and Dumbledore to figure out a new, and improved way to go about business around this place. And maybe even get reassigned.