Sighing, Snape opened the door to his bedchambers, feeling glad to be rid of the obnoxious toe rag. Whipping his cloak off, he dropped it one his bed, drawing a glass from the cabinet, beginning to prepare some fire whiskey. He dropped into a comfortable chair, removing his shoes before sipping deeply from his goblet. His eyes closed. The strange sensation on his tongue caused him to focus on other things. Today's girls could be terribly ridiculous. She was so enamored that she was making a fool of herself. Even Snape knew that thought was a ridiculous one, though he chose to make a moment to bask in the feeling of flattery that resulted. Then again, something didn't feel right. His eyes snapped open. In that instant, Snape lost his composure upon seeing a face that did not belong to Peeves.
Sitting on the floor, with burnt caramel eyes, was Sarah.
"Hi, love," she greeted him, lifting his cloak to straighten it out. She folded it into an uneven square and put it on her lap, sitting down on his bed near the pillow. "I see you do have green bed sheets. They're very soft," she ran her hand across the thicker blanket on top. "So, can I have some of that?" she nodded at the whiskey.
Finally, he found his voice, trying to refrain from throttling her. "Why are you in my private quarters?" he drawled, voice uneven.
"Well, because… I know you wouldn't come to the dormitories. The other girls'd be jealous," she said sincerely.
Seething, he stood. "Get out."
Sarah sighed, making a flourishing movement upon standing, over exaggerating her intentions to walk out the door. Then she stopped, moving toward him.
"What. Are. You. Do--"Sarah stopped his slow motion question by wrapping her arms around his neck and stopping his words with a kiss. He seemed to forget what was going on for a split second, but then, returning to his senses, he threw her arms away from him and held her by her shoulders an arms length away. He stepped forward, his firm grasp too tight to fight, pushing her toward the a chair. "Stay there," he commanded. He began bustling around, walking out the door to his storeroom, being followed by girl who now resembled a lovesick Sheltie puppy who'd been abandoned. He shuffled through vials, his lips moving as if they were a blinking set of third eyelids. Without blinking, he lifted and set muliple colored of fluid and various animal parts. Grabbing one with amber fluid glistening inside, he pulled her back behind the door in his chambers, enough that the Fat Friar couldn't see as he passed.
Curling his fingers tightly around her chin, Snape ignored her contorted smile and put down the potion to wrestle her mouth open. He poured in the fluid, releasing her face before the stars in her eyes burned out completely. She blinked, cheeks burning like his fire whiskey, and ran from the room, realizing what had happened through clear eyes.