Sweat poured in steady streams down my face and back. I wanted to sit and take a break, but Ms. Umbridge was still "testing" my knowledge of Hogwart's "small" library. I was lucky to have known which sections the books she had wanted so far were in. Of course, she asked about books nearly everyone was familiar with. She'd started with classics, then reference books, and now whatever seemed to pop into her head.
As I walked to put the book back in its place, I wanted to kick the legs of the chair out from under her. She'd seemed so sweet at first, but underneath that sweetness was a bitter slave master waiting to be unleashed, or at least I thought so as she kept me running.
I came back to the table standing beside her as she finished whatever note she'd deemed to write. She smiled up at me motioning to the seat across from her; at least she had some heart.
"Now, I'd like to ask you about your interactions with the patrons," she pouted her lips, looking away; almost deciding how to pose her new line of questions. "Do you have problems with any of the students? Do they require much of your assistance?"
I shrugged. "I've been lucky to get along with everyone so far. Some of my patrons need help finding certain books or information."
"Of course." Her smile seemed cold with her dull eyes and painted lips. "What of the professors? Do you tend to get along well with them?"
I bit my lip. "They've all been very welcoming."
"What of Dumbledore and Snape? Is there some special attach-?" She was interrupted as the library doors flew open. Professor McGonagall flew in with her hands in the air, her eyes wide, and a sour look upon her face.
"Charity Umbridge!" She stomped over to the table we sat at. "May I have a word with you?" Ms. Umbridge looked ready to reply, but McGonagall wasn't finished. "Alone?" Again, Ms. Umbridge couldn't form a reply as McGonagall snapped, "Outside!"
I was taken aback by the abrupt attitude from Professor McGonagall, but was thankful for her distracting Umbridge from her questions. Ms. Umbridge stood, gathering her large tote and notepad before following McGonagall out. Everyone that happened to be in the library watched the door in anticipation of a coming catfight. After several moments, a low chatter resumed and everyone went about their business.
I sat back and relaxed, happy Ms. Umbridge was out of my hair. She was starting to ask me of a special attachment between Snape and me, and what would I have said? There wasn't any laws I knew of that said there couldn't be, but then again he was a pretty important man here. Did they feel I was receiving special treatment? If I was receiving any, I wish they'd tell me.
A/N: I have to thank Lily S. Potter. My wonderful new friend went through as beta and edited this chapter. Hopefully there will be no more grammar mishaps ;)