A Secret Admirer: The Stalking of Severus Snape

Chapter 11: Lying In Wait

Professor Snape believed that Dolores Umbridge was quite possibly more annoying than Vector…if that was possible.

Snape had noticed that Umbridge seemed to appear at the most unfortunate times.

The staff bathroom would have to be disregarded in favor of the private bath in his quarters. She had complimented him on his fluffy green robe as he walked down a usually abandoned hallway. He had stayed an hour longer in the bath at the thought of her looking at him. It had unnerved him. Snape was not easily intimidated either.

Snape had also noticed that she seemed to stroll in the dungeons a little more often and made ridiculous requests. Veritaserum, niffler poison, and digestion aids. The thought of the last request made him nearly off his dinner that evening. The creature, er, woman was interolerable.

And the worst of it was when she appeared one day wearing a pink, fluffy sweater and matching, what er, females refer to as an Alice hair band with red hearts all over it. He need not be reminded of the Valentine's Day when Lockhart was employed at Hogwarts. The fine line between sanity and mental wellness…when even having one's wand snapped in half and a cell in Azkaban seemed….no, he dare not think of the fool and what occurred.

He had been summoned to her office unexpectedly and he glanced at the kittens in portraits wearing matching outfits. He knew it could get no worse as he struggled to be attentive to her while he counted the seconds until he could swoop out of her office. He was wrong.

Vector, who now knew about the letters he received had an interesting reaction. Not exactly a laugh, more like an uncouth, un-lady-like, common-sounding guffaw. She failed to exercise better judgment whenever Umbridge appeared. He had no idea why he had bothered to tell her anything. He had wondered though…if maybe…

Vector's mousy-haired, dim-witted sidekick, Sinistra, would cackle as a hag as well. He supposed she had told her friend. No matter, Sinistra knew better than to talk. He would never forgive her and that could be quite…unpleasant.

Snape rubbed a hand over his eyes. He chose to ignore what he feared they were thinking in regard to Umbridge.

Vector was always wrong. And this was one time she needed to continue being completely irrational and deluded. Not to mention dense.

Snape decided that he would pay no mind to the matter in question.

And hope for the best.