I will no longer be able to see, unless by some miracle. Snape is helping by keeping me out of the upper floors. This meant private lessons from Professor Snape every night. He usually would allow me to use my Quick-Quotes Quill to do most of the work, which is basic memory.
He notices my pessimism, and it bothers him. I have more reasons now that ever. I cannot see at all, and there is essentially no hope for me to ever receive actual sight. Dreams relieve me, but they are not the same. Strangely enough, I miss Snape s face. I realize now, of all times, that he is very handsome. I had a thing for him back in our time, but he was a seventh-year and I was still a second-year when this happened. If I remembered correctly, I absolutely adored him, but he never knew, and he never will. But I want to tell him. I need to tell him, but now it would be wrong. I curse this bloody time loop that will hold me in its grips until I break it, which will probably be in my death. I do not wish to die, but it does seem reasonable at the moment. Hatred is in me, and I am beginning to feel the darkness return around me. If only I could continue to duel.
Snape allowed me to go to the lake at night. I would often put my feet in the water as he read quietly. I would then use my energy and fire power on the water. I also had a new power that Snape described to me as a place holder in time.
It seems fitting that I can manipulate time, I whispered coldly, place-changing to my loft. Snape returned soon after, but I said nothing to him. I felt my senses beginning to strengthen, particularly just the basic sensing of other living things. Snape could not describe this, particularly when I could identify people just by hearing them walk by in the Great Hall or somewhere else.
I feel their footsteps and I listen to the pattern. I can even tell when you are angry. You walk faster, I grinned. I could tell that he was shocked, more or less.
You should pay attention to your work, he whispered. I smirked silently as I spent the day in the Great Hall, listening.
This new world is amazing to me. I can see with my senses, and I find it just amazing. If only people like Snape would take the time to close their eyes and listen to the world. Well, maybe not Snape, but the other pessimists. It gives me optimism and I should not be optimistic, with my history.
Irene? a person called. They touched my shoulder. You have to take an exam for me, they called. It s Professor McGonagall, she whispered. I nodded.
Can I take it here? I asked.
Professor Snape will have to help you take it.
I will go to him now, I whispered, carefully standing. I felt Professor McGonagall beside me still. I can do it alone, I whispered. I walked through the doors and to the right. I then place-changed to my safe loft.
Snape was there, waiting for a chance to get this over with. He guided my levitation into his classroom where fear gripped the room. Snape calmed them down as the bell rang. Moving bodies made the air move and caused me to shiver. Snape sat me at a table as I called for my Quick-Quotes Quill.
You have as much time as you need.
We can do this tonight if you want to eat, or I can call for your plate, I offered.
That will be fine, he replied. I called for our plates. He described my plate by using a clock face as an example shortly before I began the exam. It took the entire lunch period, but I finished. I then stayed in the loft for the afternoon, listening to potions bubble quietly. I smiled as I listened carefully.
My hearing is amazing. Potions have an entirely different take. Not only can I smell he changes, I can hear them from a mile away. I need to get more training from Snape. I now have something to look forward to.
