Snape was standing right outside Dumbledore's office, with the most impatient expression Skye thought was possible. She skidded to a stop in front of him, trying to catch her breath.
"I'm… sorry, Professor… I slept… too late… didn't hear… the others…"
"It's not me you should be apologizing to," He replied. "I told Dumbledore I would return with you in five minutes 20 minutes ago."
Skye gulped, her cheeks still flushed. "I'm sorry. Really, I am! I promise I didn't mean to-"
"Let's just go," He said, pushing the door open.
Sitting at his desk, as per usual, was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He smiled as the pair entered the room. "Skye Nightvale, I presume?" He asked, looking through his half-moon glasses. She nodded dumbly. His smile widened. "Severus had told me about your discovery, miss. Would you mind showing me?"
She nervously reached into her pocket, then realized she had left her wand in her room. Sweat dripped down her face as she stuttered, "Um… Headmaster, I- I seem to have…"
Snape sighed, rolling his eyes. "Here," He handed her his. "Just make it quick."
She flashed him a grateful smile, then took a deep breath. "Ab… Absco…"
Dumbledore nodded encouragingly. "It's alright. Go on."
She swallowed, then slowly waved the wand. "Abscondo Perceivius!" A tingling sensation spread from her fingertips to her toes. She glanced down, grinning. She was completely invisible.
"Hm," Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "This is most extraordinary." He leaned forwards, his eyes flitting across where he assumed she was. "Can you turn yourself back?"
"Sure," She replied, feeling more confident now that no one could see her. She took a deep breath, and reversed the spell. Once she had a hand, she was able to give Snape his wand back. "Thank you," She told him.
"Don't forget yours next time," Was his only reply.
A wave of terror struck Skye once more. "Um… am I allowed to use that spell?"
"Well, has it injured anyone? Including yourself?"
She shook her head. "Except someone tripped over me when I first discovered it," She added with a half smile.
Dumbledore clapped his hands. "Then, I suppose there's no harm in it!"
"You'd best not use it in front of the other students, though." Snape added. "No use causing unwanted attention, hm?"
Skye nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll only use it if I absolutely need it."
Dumbledore smiled at her as she turned to go. "Have a pleasant day, Miss Nightvale."
"You too, Headmaster!" She called over her shoulder as Snape led her out the door.
"Skye!" There, waiting for them, was Hermione. "I thought for sure Professor Snape-"
"What about me?" He asked, stepping out of the room behind Skye. All the blood drained from Hermione's face.
"Er… nothing, sir." She grasped Skye's hand. "Come on, we'll be late for class!" She hurried away from the imposing form of their Potions teacher. Skye glanced back at the last second.
"See you in class, Professor!"
Snape, his mind already on something else, simply grunted distractedly in response. However, once the girls had disappeared from sight, he found himself murmuring, "Interesting girl, that one. A bit timid, but she could definitely straighten that out. Ah, well…"
Ooo, intriguing! I wonder what's going to happen next...
Why are you still reading this? Review it already!
Also, the spell Skye uses (that I clearly made up) derives from the word (I assume, I was using Google Traslate; we all know how reliable that is) meaning "to hide" or something, and the word "perceive" (which, um, means "to see"). So... yeah. Terrible spell, but I needed to call it something! Also, yes! That is also the name of this fanfic! You clever little reader, you...