A/N; This chapter is dedicated to itachi523, the first person to put my story on Favorites/alerts. Yeah for readers!! This chapter feels shorter, but hopefully I will be cranking out a few more pages in the next few days, following the much vexed professor and his new student through the halls on their way to the Slytherin common rooms. All reviews will be met with much much much love! So, without further ado . . . .

I spent seven years as a student in this place with nary a trip to the Headmaster's office, and now that I am a professor, I spend more time there than I do in my own quarters. Snape grumbled to himself as he trudged all the way from the dungeons to the blasted Sixth floor tower.

It did not bode well for the year, this summons. Usually Dumbledore waited until term was more than an hour old before these meetings started. But not this year apparently. This year, he had just barely managed to get the 1st years settled in and the common rooms calmed down before receiving word that he was needed for a conference.

Most likely to do with that wretched child. Between dementors attacking him and Black escaping prison to kill him it's bound to be yet another . . . thrilling . . . year.

Before he could really start to ponder why he didn't just let every homicidal maniac have their way with the brat, he was in front of the gargoyle, which was already moving out of the way, anticipating his arrival.

"I apologize for the late hour Severus, but there are details that need to be brought to your attention." Dumbledore, like the guardian of his office, anticipated him with this greeting before he had fully entered the room.

Attempting to not roll his eyes, Snape walked into the office. "I understand your concern Headmaster, but surely Potter can manage to survive one night in the castle without requiring me to leave my own students to plan his protection."

"I promise you, this has nothing to do with Harry, and everything to do with your own charges." He motioned the younger man forward from the doorway. "Please, come sit."

It was then that Snape saw the tips of dark hair visible just over the back of the chair, its occupant slouching so badly as not to be easily seen at first glance. As he drew nearer, the leg that was casually draped over the antique's arm also reached his notice. When he finally sat in the one free chair, he could take full inventory of the girl, lolloping dispassionately onto the chair.

Her first offense was that she wasn't clad in anything even remotely resembling a uniform. Second was the fact that the foot that was still placed on the floor was tapping incessantly. Likewise, her disinterested expression did nothing to ingratiate this student to him, a very dangerous thing considering he barely tolerated the children as it was.

"You'll remember, Severus, at the last faculty meeting a few days back, that I mentioned the possibility of a transfer student?" He was answered with a non-committal agreement that such a statement sounded familiar. "Well, then please let me present Miss Anezka Sova."

"Alright?" She nodded ever so slightly, clearly not any more thrilled with being present then Snape himself was.

Ignoring her greeting he instead returned the gaze of the Headmaster. "And what, precisely does this have to do with me?"

"Everything." Dumbledore responded then turned back to the Sova girl. "Miss Sova, may I present Professor Snape. He is Hogwarts's resident Potions master, and your new Head of House."

"Potions, eh?" She sat up a little straighter.

Disregarding her query, he just gave the girl a dark look and returned his sight to Dumbledore. "Am I to understand that the Sorting Hat has placed this muggle-born . . ." He paused to shoot her an appraising glare. ". . .Delinquent, in Slytherin?"

"That is what the Hat said."

"Y'know . . . why does everyone think I'm a muggle born? I mean, is it the tats? They were done with a wand, I promise! It more painful that way, but I've got a thing with needles . . . ugh. Maybe it's the hair, do you think it's the hair? Can't be the hair? Hair's pretty generic, I think. I know! It's the shoes, innit? Don't think I've ever met another witch that wears Docs. . . "

Grinding his teeth together, Snape just managed to form words instead of a growl. "Perhaps it is the fact that you have clearly never been taught to speak only when spoken too?"

Missing his sarcasm, she seriously pondered this for a moment then shook her head vigorously. "Nah . . . my Tanti Ilinca always told me that - I grant you it was in Romanian - but then when I didn't listen she Silencio'd me. Come to think of it, Grandmama Eleanor used to do the same thing." She looked puzzled for a moment, as if she could not comprehend why such action had been taken. "But, yeah, So I'm thinking that it's not that. In fact, I don't think that's a strictly magical thing. In fact, I think the only reason such a phrase exists is cause a muggle can't cast a silencing charm . . . so really, in the long run, I should only know that if I was Magical born. Course, I am, but I still don't. Either way, it doesn't make any sense, yeah?"

At this point it looked as though a Silencio charm was not the bit of Magic that Snape had on the brain as he seethed at her. "You mean to tell me you are a pureblood?"

"Yep. Dad's a wizard, Mum is from a magical family."

Wanting to prevent her from talking more, Snape almost didn't ask the question that her response baited him for. "Magical Family?"

Her face contorted with an eye roll and a shrug. "Yeah, she's a squib sure, but you can't get more magically born and bred then that lot. Magical in-breeds the lot of them. Starting to go a bit goofy if you ask me. Grandad Owen is a decent enough bloke, but no wonder Mum's preferred to live as a muggle for the past 5 years. I mean, her family is proof why you shouldn't marry your first cousin, and then living with Daddy's lot after them - they're like the Magical Romanian Mafia they are! And in the end you can't fault her for not wanting to live with people who don't so much as wipe their asses without whipping out their wands when she can't even get a wand to spark. She's brill with herbs and potions though. Well, not legit potion, kinda more muggle holistic remedies and shit, but that's all part of it, yeah?"

"Well, I think that suffices for Slytherin's criteria for blood status, don't you?" Dumbledore responded after earning a pleading look from Snape, that was begging for permission to cast any kind of spell on her. "It is not unprecedented that a half-blood could be sorted so." This earned Snape a pointed look in return.

"Indeed." He paused. "If I may though, Headmaster, what of her academic records. How are we to know where to place her."

Pushing a stack of parchment across the table to the younger man, Dumbledore smirked. "Those are her OWL scores, as submitted by

Escola Mágica De Brasil. She tests out well into our sixth form. There are procedures to transferring students you know."

Snape sifted quickly through the papers, seeing not only what, despite being in Portuguese, were obviously the referred to scores, but also a certified letter from the ministry that verified that she was now a legal resident of the country and a slew of of miscellaneous documents. "Well, clearly they have been neglected in regards to getting the student sorted before such an ungodly hour." He sniped.

"Indeed, the procedure, I fear is a bit rusty. But as Hogwarts has not seen such a case since 1790 I think we can . . ."

"1793"

Dumbledore paused and looked at Anezka. "I beg your pardon, Miss Sova."

"It was 1793. Armide De Vassey. She and her family apperated out of the Bastille the night before they were to be guillotined. They had a family estate just outside Paris, like, and were going to get the chop cause they were Aristos. They applied to the British Ministry of Magic for sanctuary, and as Beauxbatons was closed due to the crisis, she was forced to continue her education here."

"Thank you for that history lesson. It was quite fascinating." If it stunned her at all that Snape was as sarcastic as he was, she hid it well behind a vacant expression."However, while there is little left of my evening to salvage, I would still recommend drawing this meeting to a close as it is very late and classes begin early tomorrow." Whilst the words were ones of concern, his tone was still one of annoyance.
"I quite agree, Severus. I will give you her files to review before her schedule meeting with you tomorrow." Snape did not give an answer but to stand abruptly and present a bony hand to receive the parchments.