56

Taylor

I carried the drapes casually up the stairs, knowing full well that Alyssa couldn't enter Gryffindor tower, but not really bothering to explain anything to her. She would poke me every now and then, muttering something about our destination.

"Trust me." I would reply, grinning as she sighed. We were already on the last set of stairs when she hit me.

"Ow! Bloody hell woman!" I scolded, frowning as she crossed her arms.

"You could have told me we were going to the Room of Requirement." She grumbled, cocking an eyebrow at me in amusement.

"Well you figured it out just fine!" I defended, bolting up the rest of the stairs before she hit me again. "And you didn't need to whack me, Jesus!"

"Shut up, it was a reflex."

"Oh yes, epiphanies bring about swift smacks to the arm; good to know." I nodded, walking past the portrait of the Fat Lady. She eyed me oddly as I shifted the drapes to my other arm, but kept quiet as I grinned back at her.

It wasn't long before we reached our destination, and we slipped in quietly after making sure no one saw us. When we entered, I was pleased to spot a sewing machine sitting happily in the centre of the room, as well as a mannequin to place the dress on afterwards to add finishing touches. There was a mirror, a rather large one, behind the sewing machine, and I wondered exactly how the room knew everything.

I charmed the fabric to stay where I placed it, and beckoned Alyssa over to me.

"Hey – don't you go stabbing me with pins and needles." She warned, watching me closely as I smiled.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I assured with finality before wrapping the fabric around her. She would tell me which way she liked better, how she wanted the dress to sit, which colours she wanted.

Of course, none of it really mattered. I had seen that bloody movie – the recent one, not the shitty Disney animated version – a zillion times, and I knew what the damned dress looked like!

It took a little over half an hour to set the dress, pinning it where it needed to be pinned, trimming it where it needed to be trimmed. Finally, we both approved, and it was time for the sewing.

She slid out of the dress, crawling under it as I laughed. The dress stayed afloat in the air, looking marvellous and such.

"When did you learn to be a seamstress anyway?" Alyssa inquired, standing up as I moved the dress from the podium to the table.

"Oh? Um…I dunno…" I shrugged honestly, "I guess I sort of…taught myself. After my Mum died, it was just me and my Dad; he didn't know how to sew nor did he have the time to learn so…" I smiled, even though it may have been mildly forced, and started up the sewing machine.

"So, you've been mending clothes since you were what, eight?" She scrunched her nose as she thought. "That's a young age to be the 'lady' of the house."

"Yeah, well," I chuckled, running one of the seams of the dress through the machine. "I had to; my Dad's horrible at keeping his pants intact. I can do laundry too, and cook," I offered, grinning up at her. "Don't ask me to clean bathrooms though. I can do it, don't get me wrong – but I won't."

"Well look at you, all grown up." She joked, taking a chair from the other side of the room and joining me at the table.

"Ha," I smirked, continuing my work steadily. "If only it were so. Maybe I should cook something for Snape; then he'd like us more."

Alyssa laughed at the thought, probably imagining me charming the food or something before giving it to him.

Not beneath my beliefs, I assure you.

Then – my pocket began buzzing.

I frowned and quickly turned off the sewing machine, having just finished another seam. Alyssa looked at me oddly as I pursed my lips and pulled my phone from my back pocket.

"Ooh," I mused, "Apparently someone's posted on my Wall." Sometimes email notifications were handy. Sometimes.

"Wall? Like, Facebook Wall?" Alyssa asked as I opened my web browser and checked my account.

"Hey, it was Hermione! Wait, wha – bloody HELL it was Hermione!"

"Hermione? Like, our Hermione? The one who would never EVER bring her phone to class?"

"Apparently so…Hey, why aren't you guys in class? Snape's extra snappish today."

"Ooh, I don't like snappish Snape."

"I don't like Snape." I agreed, replying.

We're making Alyssa's costume for Halloween – what are you doing on Facebook in class? Aren't you the good kid?

Apparently not. She replied quickly. Turns out today we were supposed to turn to a certain page in our textbooks, and it may have caused a bit of a riot. A few of us were sent to the Library to sort out and go through ALL of the Potions textbooks as punishment. Ronald says hello.

Hello Ronald, I chuckled, wondering just what could have been on that page for people to get so riled up about. And what page was it, anyway?

I stopped and stared when the reply came thirty seconds later. I gaped, unable to speak as my hands began to shake. I tapped Alyssa, showed her the post.

Severus Snape Turn to page 394.

My reply went as follows.

OxO…

Umm…

Snape has Facebook?

OMFG! What's your favourite food?

So, after finally finishing Alyssa's dress, it was nearly dinner by the time we left the Room of Requirement. She gave the dress to me to hide in my dorm, knowing that her roommates would be unpleased if they found it. I hurried up and stashed it in my trunk, along with my phone in case Snape tried to confiscate it. I hoped Hermione had hidden hers as well, but I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Severus Snape having FACEBOOK. Man was smarter than we gave him credit for. Maybe.

I had swiftly taken that opinion back during dinner when I was awarded a detention not only for skipping class, but also for a harassing a teacher.

Oh, I would harass him alright.

:) Oh, just you wait. (: