This takes place during the Fourth Book. Not much to say about this story really. Just something that popped into my head. Just something short. IDK. I like it.

Hailey Potter wasn't like most girls at Hogwarts. Unlike most of the female population, Hailey was short, scrawny, and had the infamous Evans temper. She hardly cared about her appearance. Her hair was a wild mess that Hailey gave up on taming, and she just didn't see the point of sitting down to put on makeup that would only be washed off later. The young witch didn't are about impressing boys. Most of them would only date her because of how famous she was. Severus was quite thankful that Hailey tried to distance herself from relationships and focus on the more important things. He didn't have to worry about boyfriend, at least not yet.

"UGH!"

The chamber doors slammed close and the raven haired individual threw herself on the couch, tossing her ruck sack across the room. Severus, who had watched his ward plant herself on the couch, raised an eyebrow and leaned back into his own seat. The teenager looked absolutely defeated.

"A sickle for your thoughts?" He mused, crossing one leg over the other. Hailey briefly glanced up at the man with a scowl on her face before burying it back into a pillow, letting out another groan. Yes, she was acting like a three year old, but it wasn't fair! The Yule Ball was a week away and Hailey had no one to go with. She would gladly go by herself if it wasn't required that all champions were expected to have a partner. Her initial thoughts were to ask Ron, but the bloody prat had asked Paravtti to go!

"I hate my life…"

Snape had half a mind to comfort the frustrated child, but the other half wanted to chuckle at her distraught state.

"And so the melodrama begins-"

"Do you KNOW how hard it is to find a damn date?" Hailey quickly burst, no longer able to hold back the much needed rant. "McGonagall is expecting me to show up with a date to the Yule Ball! It's unbelievable! Every boy has been taken, and I've been left with the smelly ones that only are about my fame and money!" She smacked herself in the face with a pillow, flopping to the floor. "I'd rather face ten Hungarian Horntails then go to that stupid ball. Not to mention the dress you let me pick is too revealing! Why would you let me choose a dress like that? She demanded.

"Hailey, the dress hardly shows-"

"Shh! You know nothing!" Hailey hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. She prayed Merlin would show mercy and smite her where she stood…or laid in this case. "It makes me look like a walking tooth pick. What boy wants to dress with a walking tooth pick?"

Severus sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to avoid. And being Hailey's guardian required him to help. At that moment he also would have taken on a dragon. He couldn't help but wonder how Molly managed to raise seven children. At this rate Severus needed to start looking for Nursing Homes.

"Have you asked Mr. Weasley by any chance?" He asked.

"I was going to! Stupid git is going with someone else!"

"I do believe there are several Mr. Weasley's I could be referring to. To be more specific, one of the twins," Severus commented lightly. If memory served him correctly, just the other day he heard one of the twins complaining about how he didn't have a date to the Yule Ball.

"It would be too awkward to ask. What would I even say? Plus they're two years ahead of me! I'm only fourteen!"

"Hailey that's two years. Even I, of all people, do believe that a reasonable age gap."

"I don't," she muttered with a small huff. The professor smiled ever so slightly, rising from his seat.

"You're far too prude, just like your mother," he said.

"Good."

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