On Tuesday morning the sun was shining brightly, there was not one hint of a cloud in the blue sky, and there was no wind whatsoever. It was the perfect day to have the Quidditch tryouts for the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Qudditch Team. Yesterday it poured buckets of rain on top of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw teams, forcing them to cut their tryouts short.
Puffing his chest out proudly and casually walking across the Quidditch field, Harry felt his ego boost as the Gryffindor students gave him their full attention. Today, Harry would have to pick several new team members-but he was going to get some help from Ron on making the right decisions.
The two of them made the perfect pair, they thought highly of themselves because they were seventh years and they were the very "elite" Gryffindor Qidditch Team members. As for Ron, the redhead enjoyed being treated as a role model and a symbol of popularity. Ron's dream was to win the Quidditch Cup this year and shove it right in front of Malfoy's prissy nose.
This year was going to be very difficult for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, they had lost two teammates last year very suddenly. Both of the Beaters had been murdered by Death Eaters when they were attending one of the Quidditch World Cup matches in England. No one dared to speak about it anymore.
Staring at the five new recruits for the position of being a Beater, Harry folded his arms across his chest and Ron mimicked his friend's motion. "What do you think, Ron?" Harry whispered to him.
Ron had a disgusted expression on his face as he watched the five new recruits fumbling around with their broomsticks and their bats, "I think we are screwed this year..." He smacked his forehead when one of the younger students dropped their bat on their foot and began yelping out in pain.
"Well...all we need to do is pick the two best out of the five here."
"You might as well just close your eyes and pick one-they are all in the same pitiful shape," Ron could now picture the Quidditch Cup being handed to Draco Malfoy instead of him and Harry. "We are so bloody screwed," he shook his head in a disappointed sort of way.
"Alright then," Harry cleared his throat loudly so he could grab all of the younger recruits' attention, "We'll get started now-so if you all could mount your brooms..."
"WAIT!" cried a Gryffindor student with a rackety old broom in her hands; she was running over the group of recruits to tryout. "Sorry I'm so late," she apologized quickly to Ron and Harry as she mounted her broom, "I blew up my cauldron in Potions..." she explained humbly to the boys. She was a slender, young fifteen-year old with short brown hair and bright green eyes. Harry and Ron had seen the fifth year before but they had never really gotten the chance to know her besides her name.
"It's about time you made it here," Harry pretended to be irked by her late arrival, "Where's your bat?" he raised a questionable eyebrow at her.
"Oh shit," she spat when she had suddenly remembered where she left her bat.
Harry sighed, "Ron could you go get Kelsay a bat please..."
The redhead continued to stand next to Harry in a somewhat strange trance, he was off in his own little world right then. Ron hadn't seen Kelsay since last year and he was absolutely stunned by the way she looked now. He gave her a visible smile as he stared at her in a state of entrancement.
"Ron," Harry flicked his friend's ear to make him snap back into reality, "Go and fetch her a bat...Now."
"Oh-right!" Blushing slightly, Ron bolted across the Quidditch field over to the supply box; he spent four minutes trying to find a spare Bludger bat. Once he found one, he tried to act manly and tough in front of Kelsay as he handed the bat to her, "Here you go..." he continued to blush.
"Thanks Ron!" Kelsay gave him a bright grin which just made the redhead turn even redder in the face.
When all of the recruits were up in the air; or at least five feet off the ground in some cases; Harry released the Bludgers from one of the supply boxes and told the recruits to aim the Bludgers towards the goal posts. While they tried to hit the Bludgers hard enough to make them go in the direction they wanted them to, Harry and Ron watched from down below and they shook their heads at the entire show. The only one who was doing a nearly decent job at hitting the Bludgers was Kelsay, but she wasn't the greatest Harry had seen either.
"What do you think?"
"She said thank-you..." Ron was clearly off in his own little world once again.
Harry pulled Ron's left ear until he finally focused on helping Harry pick two Beaters for their team. "I think we should choose Kelsay and Skip...what do you think?"
Ron had a dazed look in his eyes, "Will you stop getting that look on your face every time I say her name!"
"What!" Ron cried in his defense, "You use to do that all the time when Cho was around..." Glancing away from the recruits above him, he gave Harry a very serious look, "Skip and Kelsay will do," he stated loudly.
"Thank-you...that's all I needed to know," Harry gave Ron a sly look, "Now you can go back to staring at Kelsay's a-"
Cutting Harry off before he could finish his sentence, Ron hissed "SHUT-UP!" in a very dark voice so he could get the point across that he wasn't just staring at the girl.
Slightly smirking, Harry bent down and snatch his brand new broom from the green grass, "Well I'm going to go tell the good news to Skip and Kelsay then..." When Ron didn't reply, Harry secretly rolled his eyes at his love-stricken friend and mounted his broom. When the broom lifted him easily into the air, the Gryffindor was amazed by the fact that the broom was easy to handle. "Ron-RON! Hey you!" he waved his arms to grab the redhead's attention for just a few moments, "This broom is great...You can't believe the handling on this!"
"Yeah...great Harry..." Ron tried to ignore his bothersome friend and tried to find Kelsay up above once more.
Grumbling under his breath for a moment, Harry stuck his pink tongue out at Ron and blew him a raspberry. "Let's see how fast you are," he whispered to the broom.
A bright red flash zig-zagged past the young Gryffindor recruits and then weaved in and out of the goal posts. For five minutes Harry zoomed around the Quidditch field avoiding the recruits and Bludgers with such ease he could almost close one eye and still manage not to run into anything. Screaming at the top of his lungs with excitement, Harry couldn't believe how fast and agile his new broom was. After he felt that he had tested his broom just enough, he dived back down to the grass next to Ron with a bright grin on his face.
"Bloody hell Harry!" Ron's mouth was wide open and his eyes were wide with excitement, "I think I want to change my statement-we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year...and the House Cup!"
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Strolling back up to the front of the classroom, Hunter politely asked for her students' full attention for a few minutes; she stood in front of her desk and smugly folded her arms across her chest. "I want everyone to study the information on the board for our next class. You all will need to bring earmuffs to class on Monday. We'll be practicing defense spells against banshees' screams and how to drive them away from you for good."
"You're bringing one here?" Seamus Finnigan interrupted suddenly and without raising his sweaty hands, "A real one?" The poor boy had been particularly afraid of banshees ever since his grandparents were killed by its shrill cries.
Hunter didn't mind being interrupted anymore-as long the students interrupted her for a very good reason or to point something out. "Yes Mr. Finnigan-a real live banshee...Can't do much with a fake dead one-now can we?" the class laughed at her joke quietly, "So don't forget your earmuffs, otherwise you'll be spending a month in the Hospital Wing..." She glanced at the ticking clock that was sitting on her desk, "If you are done with your notes you may go..."
As the students quickly left the Dark Arts classroom to get to their final class of the day, one student lagged behind to speak with Hunter. Remaining in his seat at his desk, Harry twiddled his thumbs as he patiently waited for the classroom to empty.
"Rumor has it that you're very gifted in the Dark Arts, Mr. Potter...is this true?" her cold black eyes locked onto him.
Frightened to lift his head up to see her expression, Harry just nodded silently hoping that he would finally blurt it out and get it done with. He was somewhat curious of her question though, Why would anyone care about that rumor? I know much worse ones about myself...
"Hmm..." she tapped her long fingers on her folded arms, "Then I must request that you continue learning as many spells as you can..." Hunter smiled at him when he finally lifted his head to give her a strange look. "That's the only reason you would remain behind in class today... If you want-I can teach you a few more useful spells...Once a week for a few hours-Sundays perhaps?"
"What-what kind of useful spells?" Harry was still unsure about spending anymore time with the vampire.
Smiling, Hunter went to the other side of her desk and started to search through drawers to find something she needed. "Aha!" she cried when she found what she was looking for, "Haven't used this in ages-but we'll see if it still works..." Blowing the dust off an old black wand, Hunter pointed it up towards the ceiling after it was cleaned, "Lumos Solarum!"
A brilliant blast of light, almost as bright as the sun, was generated from the tip of Hunter's abandoned wand. Shunning her face away from the bright light, she muttered "Finite Incantatum" and the spell ended. "Now-" Hunter shook her head to make her eyes return to normal, "Catch Mr. Potter..."
Harry awkwardly caught her hardly-used wand, "What am I suppose to do with this?"
"Snap my wand in half," the vampire simply stated.
"What!"
Rolling her eyes, Hunter strolled over to where he was sitting at. "Brake the damn stick..." she narrowed her coal-colored eyes at him.
"Okay-okay," Harry glanced at Hunter just before he snapped the vampire's wand into three pieces, "Whatever you want-It's your wand..." The boy didn't understand why she wanted her perfectly good wand to be broken, especially since you can't repair a wand once it has been broken.
"No one knows of this Mr. Potter, so if word gets out-" she lifted her pallid hand over her broken wand pieces, "Then the Ministry will lock me up for good..." Hunter gave her student a nervous glance, "If I teach you this-you must promise that you'll never speak of who taught you this...ever."
"But professor," he whispered to please her, "Even if you can repair a broken wand-it won't cast spells anymore. Even Olivander can't repair wands that have been snapped into pieces...it happened to Ron's wand-" Again Harry was doubting the magical powers that the vampire had in her, more than ever now that her wand was ruined. "Besides, you can't repair a wand with just a wave of your hand..."
"Tell me-how old are you?" she growled between clenched teeth.
"Seventeen..." once more he gave her an odd look.
"I have three hundred year-old blood in me, I think I might have a clue of what I'm doing here." Biting her lip for a moment, her black eyes focused on the broken wand and she kept her right hand a foot above the pieces. For a while nothing happened, Harry was about to officially place the vampire in his crazy file stack when the pieces suddenly twitched.
Leaning closer to his desk, Harry cautiously watched as the splinters of wood slowly pull themselves together and form their original slender shape. Somewhat shocked at this miraculous event, the student glanced up at his Dark Arts teacher to see that she was looking away from her wand with a faint smile on her lips. Four seconds later, her wand suddenly shot up from the desk and into her hand; it was glowing a faint blue hue.
"Ah, now for the real test," Hunter snatched one of Harry's books and tossed it as high as she could up towards the dragon skeleton. Aiming her wand at the tumbling book, the vampire conjured the Impediment Curse which stopped the book immediately in mid-air. "I told you I had a clue," she winked at the flabbergasted Gryffindor.
"How-how did-you-?" Harry nearly choked on his words, "That was bloody fantastic!" he finally blurted out loud. "You'll teach me how to do that?" there was a trace of hope in his voice.
Cocking an eyebrow at him, the vampire gave the boy a sly look which could make anyone's spine shiver with uneasiness. "Yes-I can teach you how to do that," she turned away and started to walk over to the floating book. "Under one condition," snapping her fingers the book fell from the air into her ready hands, "You must not tell a soul of what I am going to teach you this year."
Harry nodded with a bright grin, "Of course professor," he watched the vampire walk back over to him. "Where did you-?" he started to asked but she shoved his book back into his face.
"And you just thought I was a grouchy vampire who had no clue about real useful defensive spells...Look at you now-you can't learn enough from this old bat," Hunter laughed quietly when she noticed him blushing from embarrassment. "Don't worry-I was starting to doubt myself too..." she slipped her wand into the left sleeve of her dress. Stepping away from his desk, she went to the next desk adjacent to his and took a seat, "Bloody hell this chair is uncomfortable-how can you stand this for seven years? At least they've improved since I went here though."
Secretly laughing as she fussed with the wooden chair, Harry started to see that she wasn't as bad as he thought she was. He was relieved that she wasn't his enemy; at least for right now anyways; and she was starting to remind him of Lupin.
"I know we haven't made the greatest impressions on each other on our first day of class together...but...I hope we can turn over a new leaf?" When Harry agreed, she clapped her hands together and gave him a bright look, "Excellent! Now-why don't I write you an excuse for your class?"
"Professor-" Harry blurted out just as she was halfway out of her seat, "Can I ask you something?"
Sitting back down in her seat, she nodded at him curtly, "Not a personal question is it?" Hunter asked with a weird expression on her pale face.
"No," he awkwardly glanced down at his books for a second, "How can you use magic without your wand, Professor Hunter? I've never seen anyone do that before..."
"Merlin's beard-you're the first person to ask me that question!" she seemed quite pleased with this fact. "Mr. Potter-have you ever caused things to happen-extraordinary things-before you even knew of Hogwarts?" Hunter had grown serious in less than a minute.
"Yes..." he paused for a moment, "Make glass vanish, force doors to lock and unlock on their own-" Harry stopped himself, "Wait, what does that have to do with-"
Hunter grinned, "The magic isn't in the wand, Mr. Potter... The wand just helps witches and wizards focus their magical powers. A spell's words just focus their minds on what to picture what will happen. Power does not come from a twig and a piece of unicorn hair-it comes from within...it comes from your heart and your soul. The wand just helps compact a human's magical powers into one spot that is easy to control. Do you understand this Mr. Potter?"
"I think so..." Harry was shocked at what she had just told him; he was shocked by the way it actually made sense to him. "Why do you want me to learn wandless magic?" he didn't want the conversation to be over with yet.
"You want to be fully prepared when the war comes-don't you? Besides there are other types of attacks and defensives than just waving and flicking a twig around in the air like a stupid git. But you don't strike me as the fencing type," Hunter left her seat and hurried over to her desk to write Harry an excuse to his next class, "I'll tell you more on Sunday a week from now...alright? Now...what class are you suppose to be in right now?"
Harry let a depressing sigh out; he wanted his questions to be finally answered and to skip his least favorite class in the process. "Potions..."
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"Mr. Potter..." Snape snapped darkly as Harry entered his classroom, "You're fifteen minutes late!" he casually strolled over. "Since you have no excuse," his lips dangerously curled into a horrific smile, "I'll just have to send you to the headmaster's office with a week's worth of detention..." The Potions Master's sly smile faded when the Gryffindor suddenly pulled an excuse out of his pocket and handed the parchment to his teacher.
Snatching the piece of parchment from Harry's hands, Snape vigorously read the excuse that Hunter had written for the boy. A sign of building fury could be seen in Snape's sudden rigid jaw. "So...you think a petty excuse like this-" he slapped the parchment with his left hand, "will allow you to enter my N.E.W.T. class fifteen minutes late?"
The few students who were chosen to be in Snape's elite N.E.W.T. class all fell deadly silent as the Potions Master publicly humiliated Harry for being so late. Malfoy and another fellow Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass, began to snicker quietly as they watched their favorite teacher insult Harry for his incompetence.
"But professor..." Harry should have known better than to come back to class, he should have just stayed in the Dark Arts classroom and continued chatting with Hunter. "Professor Hunter wrote and signed the excuse-" he also should have known better not to mention the Potions Master's arch rival out loud during class.
Narrowing his eyes into tiny slits of black, Snape crumpled the piece of parchment with a look of triumph on his pale complexion, "As I stated earlier...this petty excuse will not get you out of detention and allow you to enter my N.E.W.T. class as late as you already are."
Hermione suddenly stood up from her seat with her face beet red, "Professor-If he has the excuse written and signed by a professor, then it is valid. It says so in-"
"Miss Granger...I am pleased to inform you that you are also going to be in detention with Mr. Potter-" the Potions Master smirked when she went white with dread. "Then the both of you can remind each other about the consequences of speaking out of turn and arriving to my classroom late." Snape glared at Harry, "I thought you'd learn by now Mr. Potter...but I can see that old habits can't die young." The hooked-nose character barked at the class to continue writing down their notes and ordered the two Gryffindors to follow him to Dumbledore's office.
"It was worth a try," Hermione shrugged depressingly at her friend.
"Thanks anyways Hermione..." Harry whispered with a faint smile still present on his lips. He was pleased that he wasn't going to suffer through detention all alone; he was lucky to have friends like that.
Later on that night, Harry and Hermione spent their evening scrubbing the floors of the Dungeons for one of their many detentions with Professor Snape. Sadly enough, the Potions Master had won the argument and Dumbledore allowed Snape to give the two seventh years a week's worth of detention. As they scrubbed the hallways by hand, a pair of heavy black boots stopped in front of the spot they were cleaning.
"What's this?" Hunter asked in an emotionless tone, "Did Professor Snape give you detention for being late today?"
Harry and Hermione stopped cleaning the dirty stone floor to nod in silence; the Potions Master did not want them speaking while they were cleaning. "He wouldn't accept the excuse you wrote for me..." Harry whispered as low as he could.
A dark expression fell upon her brow, "Are you serious?" When they both nodded in reply, the vampire frowned at the closed door of Snape's office, "I'll deal with this myself then..."
Snape's office door swung open without warning, "I thought I told you two not to speak to each other when you have de-" The Potions Master stood there in his doorway with his jaw dropped open, Oh fuck...
"Hello..." the vampire snapped with her eyes glowing blood red, "Can I have a word with you?"
"Er...I'm very busy right now..." Snape coughed and tried to block the entire doorway but Hunter pushed him roughly aside. "But you could just barge right in and make yourself at home..." Snape growled when she grabbed him by the sleeve and tugged him back inside his office.
"I'll make this easy enough for you-" Hunter growled back just before she slammed the door shut behind him.
Five minutes later, Hunter came out of Snape's office and quietly shut the door behind her, "You are free." She watched both of their faces lighten up immediately, "Get out of here before I get in trouble here for sticking out my neck for you two..."
When the three were gone, Snape locked his office door with a quick flick of his wand. Peevishly glaring off at nothing, the Potions Master tossed a paperweight across his desk as he laid back in his chair. Revenge, he though darkly as he sat there, Must have revenge... Then suddenly a brilliant plan formed in the black of his clever mind, Perfect.
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"You know what tomorrow is...right?" Harry raised a questionable eyebrow at Ron as he eagerly counted his money for the next Hogsmeade trip.
Ron glanced up, "No...what?"
Sometimes Harry wondered how Ron would get through life without Harry's help or Hermione's, "It's Hermione's birthday on the nineteenth-Ron..."
A look of terror fell upon Ron's freckled face, "No...you're joking right?" When Harry shook his head in reply, Ron leapt from his bed and in the process spilled all of his coins on the wooden floor. "What am I going to do!" he cried, "Hermione nearly bit my head off last year when I forgot her birthday!" Ron began pacing back and forth across the wood, "Did you already get her something?"
"Yeah-I got her some Arithmancy books and stuff this time...she seems really interested in that subject this year..."
The look of terror on Ron's face turned into panic, "What am I suppose to do then! I can't just pop over to Hogsmeade to get her a gift before tomorrow morning!"
"Well you better come up with a gift here fast then Ron...You recall what Hermione said last year if you didn't remember her birthday this year-"
Ron shivered in fear, "She can't really do that, can she?" the sound of terror had once again returned to the redhead's voice. Then as if the lightbulb in Ron's mind suddenly clicked on, a brilliant plan formed in the back of Ron's mostly confused mind. "Can I borrow your dad's invisibility cloak and the map Harry?"
"Ron, we have Astrology tonight-at midnight, remember?"
A grin came over Ron's face but then it quickly faded away into a frown of disappointment, "I don't know what to get her..."
Smacking his forehead at Ron's stupid statement, Harry tried to explain the obvious to his best friend. "What does Hermione do in her spare time Ron...?" he asked in a low growl.
"Read...?"
"So that means you should go get her some..." Harry's voice grew faint so Ron could finish his sentence and appear to be a genius.
"Books...?"
Harry nodded, "That will do..."
"But I don't want to get her another book this time...She has enough of them already," Ron whined slightly. "I'll get her a new hat...didn't Crooshanks tear her witch's hat into pieces last year because a mouse was inside it?" Before Harry could reply, Ron beamed at his second brilliant idea he had in less than five minutes. "Oh shit..." he hit the side of his head with the palm of his hand, "I forgot..."
"Forgot what?"
Sighing, Ron gave his friend a sullen look, "I'm going out on a date with Kelsay tonight...We're suppose to go walk around the lake after dinner or something stupid like that..." He began pacing back and forth across the wooden floor, "I can't cancel out on her...but I can't not get Hermione a gift..." It seemed like Ron was torn between two girls and he was having trouble with which one he should choose. "Harry! Could you go get Hermione's hat for me! I'll give you the money and everything... Besides you're so much better at being all stealthy-like than I am."
Before Harry could even get a word out, Ron took his stuttering reply as a simple form of a "yes" and started to gather his coins. "This should be enough, thanks so much for this Harry! I knew I could count on you!" He patted the flabbergasted Harry on the back as he dropped several coins into his front robe pocket.
To make matters worse for Harry, the very person they were speaking of came walking into the boys' dormitory with a faint smile on her face. "Harry-" she laughed at the confused and frustrated expression on his face, "I haven't seen that look since our N.E.W.T.s last year...Are you two ready for some dinner?"
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Collapsing into her comfortable reading chair, Hunter snapped her fingers so her brand new, blood-stained book floated over to her from its spot on the bookcase. She didn't want to move because on her shoulder was Quinn, who was sound asleep. Leaning back in the black leather chair, the vampire's eyes gleamed as she carefully opened the tattered book to the first page.
Hunter and Quinn were not the only ones in the vampire's private chambers. Curled up by his owner's black boots, a pure white wolf yawned loudly as he waited for Hunter to start a fire. Nudging Hunter with his paw, the gytrash's glowing red eyes focused on Hunter's hand; he wanted her to pet him. After receiving a good scratch behind his snowy white ears, the gytrash lowered his head and went back to sleep. "Good boy Brooklyn..." the vampire sighed as she returned her attention back to her book.
After reaching the tenth page, she felt her eyelids suddenly grow heavy. Blood and flames, what time is it? She snorted in disbelief when her pocket watch told her it was only ten-thirty. Time for some coffee then...
Tapping the bat on the top of his head, she whispered something into his sensitive ears. Groggily, Quinn opened his eyes to see Hunter's tired eyes looking into his own. Hopping off, the vampire bat landed onto the tiny, round table next to his master's chair so she could get out of her seat. The goggles were still attached to the top of his head; he looked quite adorable in them. But that bat hated being adorable so Hunter never told him this fact. Twitching his nose as he sniffed the air for something to eat, he squeaked at his owner just before he crawled to a bowl filled with strawberries.
Quinn squeaked something to his blue-haired owner, but Hunter grabbed a strawberry from the bowl he was plopped in front of and stuck it into his mouth to shut him up. Unfolding his wings in a great hurry, the vampire bat used its tiny claws on the tips of his leathery wings to pull the strawberry out of his mouth. The vampire bat chirped a few more sounds to his owner before he went silent to devour the smothered strawberry. He finished it off with a small burp.
Upon hearing her footsteps, Brooklyn leapt to his feet with his tail wagging profusely; he wanted to go with her. Whining softly, he waited for Hunter to give him the signal to join her side. His ears perked up as he watched her stand in the doorway with a frown on her pallid face.
"Alright come on," Hunter smirked at the bright light that was now shining in the dire dog spirit's eyes. "But you're not getting any coffee...you keep me up enough as it is," she muttered to her favorite pet.
Meanwhile, the Potions Master was sound asleep with his head far back against the top of his chair and his mouth hanging open. His long dark hair covered his relaxed forehead and his shut eyes. With his arms folded smugly across his broad chest, his mind drifted off into the bleak nothingness without a sense of time or reality. But his always-troubling mind got the best of him and forced him to wake up.
Snape despised missing his dinner hour, especially since he had been missing his dinner for a week now due to the first years leaving such a terrible mess in his dungeons. If he didn't stand right over the first years for the entire dinner hour, they would never finish cleaning the mess they made or not do a decent enough job of it.
If he couldn't fall asleep, then he would make himself fully awake. Heading upstairs to the Great Hall to find himself some more of his much-needed coffee, he sharply turned the corners of the corridors until he finally bumped into someone. Snape hit them head-on; their foreheads smacked together and they both fell to the floor on their behinds. He could hear glasses shatter and books tumble and they both hit the stone floor. "Why don't you watch where the bloody hell you're going?" Rubbing his forehead with a scowl on his face, the Potions Master glared at the person he had run into.
"Blood and flames," Hunter muttered to herself bitterly as she pushed herself up to kneel on the stone floor. With a wave of her hands the pieces of shattered glass floated into the air and magically began to repair themselves; Snape noticed that the glasses were in fact coffee mugs. Holding the two coffee mugs in her hands she muttered a spell and the mugs refilled themselves since all of the contents had been spilled all over the corridor floor. The vampire released the coffee mugs; they floated in the air without tipping over their contents; and made a rag suddenly appear in her hands. In a matter of seconds, she had the brown liquid cleaned from the stone floor and she made the dirty wet rag disappear from her hands. Once the floor was clean of all debris, Hunter snatched the coffee mugs from the air and stood up from her kneeling position.
"Why do you have two coffee mugs...?" Snape raised a questionable eyebrow at the vampire. God forbid the day he should ever apologize for something he had done on accident to someone else. He heard a low growl coming from somewhere behind Hunter, "What is that?"
"Is this a game of twenty questions?" Hunter snapped back bitterly, "Because I always win that game..." Turning her head, she whispered to her pet gytrash to be quiet, "It's a gytrash. I hope I don't have to explain to you what they are..."
Before Snape could mutter out another word, the vampire roughly handed him one of the coffee mugs once he was back up on his feet. "As for your other question... I just thought you would enjoy a cup of coffee since you've been so busy and all..." she grumbled as she turned away from him with a snort.
"Come," Hunter brushed by Snape without a second glance with Brooklyn trailing right behind her. He can have my coffee, she thought sourly to herself. Turning the corner, the Dark Arts teacher glanced back to see if he would come and apologize. After a few seconds, she shook her head at her pathetic wish and wandered back up the stairs of the Grand Staircase.