That day caused a change into her life. And it all started in potions class. She sat there like a perfect student, as usual for a Ravenclaw. She noticed, by looking away for a moment, there was a student looking onto a vile. The vile was filled with a bright orange liquid and her eyes grew wide with interest. But she quickly snapped her head back to the front of the room, where Professor Snape was explaining the effects of a love potion. She remained focused though she wanted so badly to look into that potion once more.
At the end of class, she walked over to the student who was also intrigued by the vile of liquid. He looked at her strangely for a moment then explained it was a creation of his own.
"It's a combination of a love potion and urm…..I don't remember at the moment. But it made a most fascinating color. Don't you agree?" He said tall and proud. She nodded furiously.
"Are you going to introduce it to the professor?" she asked
"Not on your life! He would probably punish me for trying something on my own."
She laughed and smiled " Well it seems lovely." He shyly shrugged and set it down, turning to get his books. And while he walked back to his seat, she got a wonderful thought, Maybe just a sip. She reached out and grabbed the vile, and quickly drank a few drops. She set it down and smiled. The student returned and looked at her with a stranger look than the last time.
"Are you alright? You look ill!" he looked at her with a concerned expression
"Peerrrrrrfeeeeccct." She cooed and left the room. She turned the first corner and blacked out.
Carmella's eyes opened and she nonchalantly scanned the room. When she finally realized she was in the hospital wing, she tilted her head to the side to see another person in a bed across from her. His hair was chin length and black, as were his clothes.
He looked at her and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Her eyes grew unnaturally wide. "Professor?" She asked. "You came to see me?" She beamed.
The student looked at her and said, "What?"
When she didn't respond he squirmed. She giggled enthusiastically. The student called out for the nurse and as she entered, Carmella passed out once more.
And in her subconscious, she could only see the Professor. Snape, she thought, he loves me!
The student from across the room could hear the girl call out Snape's name. He wondered why she though he was Snape. Yes his hair was somewhat long and dark, but this girl was crazy! He quickly looked at the nurse and simply said, "I would like to go to a different part of the hospital wing, please." The nurse nodded and scurried out.
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Carmella was finally allowed out of the hospital wing and she could not stop grinning. She had potions class first. She wanted to see Snape and thank him for seeing her. But unfortunately the first person she ran into was the boy who had the orange liquid.
"Carmella! Hey Carmella! Wait up!" he called out.
"What? Oh, hi." She gave him a look of annoyance. "Can I help you?"
"I just wanted to see if you were ok. Are you ok?"
"Never better. Why would you care?"
"Because you passed out right after you left class last week! I'm just curious as to why!"
She looked at him and shrugged and walked into Potions class, leaving the boy dumbfounded and just a bit frightened.
"Sir?" She asked when she entered, slowly approaching Snape's desk.
"What can I do for you, Miss Pondwrite?" He asked, not taking his eyes off his papers.
"I wanted to thank you for visiting me in the hospital, sir. It was very sweet of you."
"Miss Pondwrite, I do not visit any of my students in the hospital wing."
"But you did! Sir, I remember it! Don't lie!"
Snape's eyes narrowed and he looked up at the girl "I don't think I would lie about something as unimportant as this. No, I did not visit you. I was merely informed you were there."
The girls face fell. "But you did."
"Miss Pondwrite, if you would be so kind as to take your seat so class can begin?"
She nodded and walked to her seat, furious. He loves me, he just won't admit he came to see me! She thought and smiled a wicked grin. He is just afraid I'll do something rash. And before she knew it, she was in the fetal position on the floor, sobbing.