A Secret Admirer: The Stalking of Severus Snape
Chapter 7: Paying No Mind
"It is not what you think. Not that I have to explain anything to you," said Snape haughtily.
Professor Vector had her head lowered and her eyes downcast as she worked feverishly cleaning some counter space. She scrubbed the same spot with enthusiasm and a little hop in her step.
She could not get the smirk off her face that she knew was fixated there. Usually, it was the other way around.
"I had business today with Myrtle," said Snape, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Sure," said Vector, using the same tone.
"You are aware, Vector, that students are entering the bathroom."
"Possibly…"
"…and you realize that the Headmaster forbids it…."
"Uh-huh."
"…and that students I know of, and that I teach were the culprits..."
"Okay."
"…and, I will be deducting about a thousand House points this week alone."
"Hmmm…"
Snape scowled. "Are you patronizing me, Vector?"
"Professor…"
"What?"
"Professor Vector, two words."
Merlin, this woman vexed him to no end.
"I am well aware of your customary title. Your mastery of the English language is so lamentable… I wonder how you have managed to earn it. I assume you could, at the very least, answer me in complete sentences…apparently not."
"Right!"
"Vector, if you have completed your work, you may go…and do so urgently," replied Snape, seething.
"Bye!" She exited his office and closed the door, smiling as she left.
He would deal with her later. He had to wait for Charon to arrive with the parchment. Vector was going to milk this to her heart's content. She was still bristling about that delivery from Honeydukes.
He smirked and picked up his lesson plans.