Chapter 11
"Severus? Are you ever going to come out of there?"
"Not bloody likely Minerva," I sighed as I moved from one seat to another; I was content with my reading – I was never one for crowds.
"Leave this library now!" Madame Pince appeared from behind one of the shelves, one of few people who could scare me – but now that list was getting longer. Minerva smirked as I returned the books and left for my dungeons. I actually had things to do; but McGonagall followed me all the way.
"Minerva what are you doing?"
"Trying to get you to leave the dungeon and the library doesn't count," she must have seen the eyebrow, "Come with me?"
"To where?"
"The celebration; you are being decorated," the woman squealed like a suckling pig – I knew I'd have to leave eventually. Pomfrey was also beginning to pester me – mostly about my eating habits. They always forgot that I'd always been a thin child. Then again only Lily knew why – well Minerva had guessed, but she had no proof. She was staring I could feel it, as my hand hovered over my door.
"No Minerva, I will not go; and I will not be decorated since I don't deserve it," she stared into the black obsidian that was my eyes.
"For once you deserve something and you say don't. You should be recognised for your loyalty, honesty, bravery, courage, your cunning; and your heart, Severus Snape."
"You know," she smiled hoping I'd changed my mind. "The only thing remotely Slytherin it that was cunning, and you forget I am exceedingly stubborn," I silently slammed the door on her. I knew that was rude but there's only so much Gryffindor I could take. But then I forget she too was surprisingly stubborn; I could hear the doors pleas for her to stop pounding it with her fist but it would find no peace until I had changed.