I looked around the room at the gaping-fish-people. "What? Haven't any of you ever seen a little blond potions mistress that has for the last nine months posed as a snarky potions professor?" Everyone shook their heads. A small smile lit upon my lips. Ah, I did love the dramatics. "Breana," Severus cut in chidingly, "you're being unnecessarily cruel." "Sorry," I said to the whole room, "My name is Breana Sherwood, friend to Severus Snape. I have been teaching his classes while he was on vacation. Or retirement. I'm not exactly sure." "Well," conceded Molly slowly, "I suppose if you were the one teaching them then its fine." "WHAT?" I screamed indignantly, to the shock of everyone there. I distinctly heard Severus say "now she's done it," but I ignored him. "Do you think that I can be immediately trusted just 'cause I'm a little girl. No. Stop judging people on looks alone, for Merlin's sake. I was placed in a position of authority and trust while not being trustworthy. I insist you send for the aurors at once. I am to be arrested for impersonating a Hogwarts professor." "But… but…" Molly stuttered, a look of shock clouding her face, as well as the faces around her. I turned to Severus and said, my face a look of mounting anger, "I really hate these people. How can you work with, or be near them. They're all sexist pigs." Severus clutched his stomach as he laughed. I don't believe I'd ever heard anyone laugh that happily ever before. I knew that he hardly ever let any of his emotions show. I believe that that was the reason he laughed so hard, built up emotion does that to you. Of course, this broke everyone from their reveries. "Breana," he gasped out once his laughing fit had ended. "For Godric's sake, just let them believe you to be a harmless chit, and keep yourself from being arrested. I cannot believe you would actually insist on being arrested." "But, I shouldn't be trusted just because I'm small." "No," Severus agreed without delaying, "you should never be trusted for your looks alone." "What do you mean, Severus?" Minerva asked her Scottish brogue heavy. "I mean," he stated calmly, sneering, "that you should count your blessings that Ms. Sherwood here never attended Hogwarts. I don't believe the castle could have withstood her attempts at pranking. I'm not sure we would have survived. She is much worse than the marauders or the boy-who-lived could ever be." Potter and Black shouted and indigent "hey!" but I was sure that it was for different reasons. "I for one," continued Severus, "am glad that she is on my side, and not working against me." "A prankster, you say…" Black muttered while stroking his chin in thought. "Oh, no you don't." Lupin said, looking at Black. "No more pranking for you." I giggled beneath my breath, but I knew I wouldn't take up any offers Black had of pranking. I worked alone… or with a leopard, but whether he counted as another person was really neither here nor there. "What a pretty name." I heard Luna say somewhere to my left. "Breana, I think I rather like you more as a Breana than as a Severus." "How sweet!" I cooed. "But I agree, no offense Severus, but I think I've been more of a Breana than a Severus." Severus made a valiant effort not to roll his eyes, but his will wasn't strong enough, and his eyes turned skyward before looking forward again. Dumbledore said, "So, now that all of this has been straightened out, and the real Severus has been discovered, can I expect to be seeing our resident potions master back, come September?" There was an odd twinkle in his eye, reminiscent of a mischievous child rather than an esteemed headmaster. Severus sniffed and raised his chin so that he could look down his nose at the man. "Actually, I believe I will keep my current status of 'Retired' and perhaps open my own business, one where I will not have to be around imbecilic children day in and day out." McGonagall looked shocked that anyone would ever think of retiring from such a fine job so young. Luna smiled dreamily and kissed her husband. Dumbledore said, "Does that mean that I should instead be expecting a young potions mistress back to teach come September?" I smiled toothily. "If you'll have me, Headmaster." Dumbledore held out a hand which I readily accepted. "Welcome aboard, Professor Sherwood." The twinkle in his eye was as bright as ever.