At this point in time, Minerva opened her door and walked out into the long corridor adjacent. 'Come along, Jordan. Now, your office is down in the dungeons, right off from the Slytherin common room. You'll be thankful for it's position later. When I first acquired the position as Gryffindor Head of House, my rooms were two floors down from their common room. It was irritating having to clime all those stairs that late at night. Also, I'm sure you will want to have open office hours for your charges. Office placement is key to that practice being successful. I'm afraid we keep them so busy now.'

'Thank you for accommodating me so well. Is this room new or has it been occupied previously?' She said fishing to see if Professor Snape had lived in there at any point in time. She'd hate to have to exert too much energy into redecorating. He had those horrid jars all over the walls. She'd have to scourgify the room for weeks.

Minerva turned to her with a smile playing at her lips, 'No, I'm afraid the castle has just created these rooms especially for you, my Dear. However, yours and Professor Snape's offices have the same floor plan. I think that is rather humorous, don't you?'

'I'm sorry, I don't quite understand?' Jordan responded confused.

'The castle designs a professor's living quarters and office based on their own personal style and interests. Apparently, the castle thinks you and Professor Snape think alike… Perhaps it's not wrong.' Minerva explained. Testing Jordan to see what her thoughts on the subject and her old professor where.

'I had never thought we had anything in common.' She replied trying to keep the things she knew they indeed did have in common to herself. 'I'm not going to have jars full of questionable dead creatures around my office walls am I?' She questioned quickly sidestepping Minerva's assessment.

Although she was disappointed Jordan hadn't taken the bait, she chuckled, 'No, Dear. I think you'll find your chambers and office to be quite comfortable. Severus and I surely did when we went to investigate it last night. I expect you will be very comfortable indeed.'

As they turned the corridor to the dungeons there was a loud bang, a fumble, and a few choice slurs uttered. Jordan was lying flat on her back, Professor Snape looking furious atop her.

'Honestly, Ms. Brooks, do you not have the common decency to pay attention to where you're going?' Severus snapped at the now incapacitated woman below him. Her blood pressure rose as she felt every inch of his body tighten when he came in contact with her. She had never seen him like this in the light and she didn't know why, but she loved the way he looked above her like this. She was snapped out of her daydream when she saw Minerva scorn Severus' hot temper.

'Now, Severus, I do believe you were the one not paying attention.'

Severus quickly stood up feeling his manhood throb at the sight of Jordan under him. That was definitely a new sight. He took a deep breath and lazy looked toward the ceiling. 'I do believe I owe you an apology, Ms. Brooks. I'm afraid my temper got away from me.'

Jordan glanced at the figure above her, moving her eyes slowly up his lean body. 'Yea…' She blurted out completely in awe of his pristine form before her.

''Yea?'' He repeated as he looked down at her questioningly, his eyebrows squeezed together in a tight line. 'Did you hit your head when you fell, or are you always this inarticulate nowadays?'

All she could do was look up at him with that wondrous look that reminded him of her first year self. And then, in a turn of events, his eyes softened. They almost looked worried. He held out his hand to help her up. Minerva looked at Severus with a proud admiration, but neither of them noticed because they were looking into each other's eyes.

Standing, Jordan continued to stare deeply into him, as if she was glimpsing his being for the first time. This man wasn't the same professor who left her alone after making her feel on top of the world and loved. No, this man had changed, and he was trying desperately to hide it. She instantly felt even guiltier about not at least trying to see him over the passed few months.

As she looked upon him, Severus' had to make a deliberate effort to contain his wanton. She was looking at him, really looking at him, and although he had no idea why, he let her in. His breath was labored and his girth widening, but he just couldn't take his eyes from hers. She looked almost sad. That was different. Why did she look that way? He pulled himself together and thought for a split second. Yes. He'd talk to her after the staff meeting. Something had changed in her and he'd have been lying to himself if he said he wasn't interested in what.

'Ahem,' Minerva cleared her throat, noticing she was beginning to become a third wheel in this moment of longing. Severus quickly looked down at his feet and up to the Headmistress with an embarrassed look. Unfortunately for him, she knew all to well what that look meant and she found herself pleasantly surprised. The plan was working out nicely, just like she knew it would.

He cleared his throat, 'I have seen to the professor's belongings, Headmistress. If you require my services further I shall be in the library.' At this, he briskly walked away, his robes billowing. Jordan let out a sigh.

Minerva didn't say a word, but she knew he was walking in the opposite direction of the library; obviously he was more affected by Jordan than he knew. Hoping they didn't find the Professor in a compromising position later, she glided Jordan toward her office.

'Now, if you would please open the wall to your old common room, dear. I'm afraid, the castle has not yet willed me to do it myself. I've been having Severus open them for me for weeks.' Minerva chided

'I'm sorry. Headmistress. I haven't been told a password.' Jordan responded, as she looked at Minerva, confused.

Minerva chuckled. 'Severus probably never told you during your time here, but the Head of Houses don't use passwords to enter their own common rooms. You can will them to open, as if they were warded. I'm afraid this only works with your respective common room though, explaining why I haven't been permitted to do so.'

Jordan turned to the place where she knew the door to Slytherin house resided. She thought of all the happiness she experienced while standing in this spot over the course of her time attending school here. She met her best friend, Charlotte Pendragon, here in her first year and she had her first kiss during her sixth. She huffed at the thought. Stupid Marcus Bradley, he had been a Ravenclaw and was very adamant about walking her to her rooms after they had been studying in the library. She told him time and time again that they'd be caught, but he wouldn't give. So she resigned to receiving a detention. They had stridden through the halls awkwardly and when they reached the dungeons he had kissed her very sweetly on the lips. She was furious, but gave in to temptation and began to kiss him back. About that time, they both heard a rather deep, unsettling voice behind them.

'I sincerely hope you aren't out after curfew, Mr. Bradley.' He drawled.

'I'm sorry, sir, I just wanted to make sure Jordan made it safely back to-'

'I could care less about what you wanted to do with Ms. Brooks, Mr. Bradley. Twenty points from Ravenclaw because of your lateness and I regret to inform you that you'll be in detention with me Saturday from 2-8. Now off with you.' He instructed, his nostrils flared with frustration.

Marcus turned a deep shade of red and went to retort, but Severus shot an eyebrow up at him, daring him to talk back. He seemed to think better of it and stormed off towards his common room after shooting Jordan a spiteful expression.

Jordan looked thankfully at her savior, waiting for her own punishment to come, but it never did. Next thing she knew the wall to the common room was open and she was being motioned inside.

'Off to bed now, Ms. Brooks. Next time I find you snogging a boy in a dark corridor, I won't be so kind.'

'Thank you for your benevolence, sir.' She walked through the common room paused and turned on her heal to look at his figure still standing in the doorway of the common room. 'Pleasant dreams, Professor.' She said as she glided down the staircase to her dormitory.

He started at the ground for a moment until she was out of sight, 'Pleasant dreams to you too…Jordan.'

Little did he know that she had stopped just as she was out of his sight to catch her breath. She stood on the other side of the staircase wall flabbergasted at what she accidentally heard her Professor say in secret to her. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. With that she descended the stairs to fantasize about her Dark Knight.

While she was having this nice flashback, Minerva was looking from her to the wall quickly, then all of the sudden; the wall jutted out and opened itself to them, emitting the familiar green tent of the common room down the corridor. Minerva walked in thinking Jordan would follow suit. However, when she turned, she saw her deep in thought, obviously indulging in a memory of long ago.

Then, she seemed to snap herself out of it and notice what she had done. She looked around the frame of the wall and quickly brightened, smiling at Minerva. An expression on her face Minerva hadn't seen in years.

'I did it!' She said with excitement.

'Of course you did, Dear! You are a very powerful witch, you know. Not to mention, this room was your home for eight years. It completely adores you.' She said with a cheeky smile.

She walked briskly to catch up with Minerva. Half way down the corridor to the common room was a set of black double doors. Minerva stopped in front of them and motioned towards them, 'Shall we?'

Jordan placed her hand around the handle and felt a warmth envelope her very soul. She whipped her head around to look at Minerva, 'Did you feel that?'

Minerva looked at her as if she were mad, 'Feel what, Dear?'

'When I took the handle, there was a warmth. How can that be?'

Minerva smiled and tilted her head, 'I'm afraid the castle wanted you here more than we did. Your rooms are welcoming you home.'

Jordan gazed at the Headmistress for a moment before turning and pushing the doors open to reveal a magnificent office, completely free of glass jars.

The front of the room was adorned with two deep green couches and a coffee table in between them. Toward the back of the room was a black mahogany desk roughly the size of a small bed and behind it, an enormous hearth with a raging fire. The walls were lined with the books of every prodigious wizarding author and all of her favorite muggle authors. The floors were covered with great, green threadbare rugs. In front of her desk were two sitting chairs for visitors, or unruly students, and upon entering the room she could see that the wall, which housed the magnificent hearth, was no wall at all. It was a frosted tiffany glass that let a deep green light cover the room.

'The lake is on the other side of that glass there. You will always be able to tell what time of day it is. I will tell you that the light it omits early in the morning is most breathtaking.' Minerva explained. 'Although, I haven't seen it at night yet.'

'It's beautiful,' was all she could say, she was so overwhelmed. Minerva was right, the castle knew her very well.

'This isn't even the half of it.' As she said this she walked over to two of the bookcases and gave them a little tug. They instantly opened into a stunning study a bit smaller than the Slytherin common room. The walls were again laden with first editions of her favorite books. However, on the far side of the room, there were tall, long windows. This room also had various green couches covered with pillows and blankets all in different shades of green, black, and silver.

In the middle of the wall at the back of the study there was a thin black granite cabinet that looked to be filled with alcohol and to the left of it was another set of black double doors. Jordan strode over to what she could only assume was her bedroom. She flung the doors open to a massive suite. The walls were a dark green and the bed clothes were a deep black. There were various green rugs placed about the room. The bed itself was a deep black, canopy bed that was adorned with silver vines wrapping about the posts and settling into the black canopy. Off to the side of the room were two sitting chairs and a black, wood table between them, perfect for eating weekend breakfast in.

Off from the bedroom was a bathroom complete with a large shower, toilet, sink, and an old-fashioned claw foot tub. Jordan was completely taken aback. This room was immaculate. There was no way she could accept this. It was too much.

Minerva made her see reason though. She had thanked her ten times over when she finally placed her hands rather firmly on her shoulders and told her with a hint of aggravation in her voice, 'I have done nothing to give you these rooms. The castle has given them to you as a gift. I hope you enjoy them, but I must be off. I shall see you in about an hour in the Great Hall?'

Jordan found her since of control at her words, 'Of course.'

'Until then, my dear.' She said as she turned to leave Jordan's quarters.

Jordan flopped on the bed with pure joy. What had she done to deserve all of these luxuries so soon in life? She pondered for a moment and then rose to get ready for her first staff meeting of the term.