Basic Surfacing
By: April Malone
Note: Well...this should prove interesting...
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CHAPTER 2: Basic Trouble
Areyanna's eyes flew open, she scratched at the heavyness on her face. Hands and fingers covered the openings of her nose and mouth. She tried to scream, when she realized that Snape, (her house professor), was standing over her. He bent down swiftly, hands still in place on her face.
"Shhh, don't scream," he released his hands and stood back upright. He watched the girl suck in a deep breath and then narrowed her eyes at him.
"What in the world are you doing?" Areyanna tried wiping the greasyness of Snape's hands off her face, but she could still feel the moistness.
"You're going to be late for your classes, get up," Snape glowered down at her like someone who might have been clean once.
"Thanks," this word didn't come easily to her lips, especially to say to Snape. She through off the covers and waited for Snape to cross to the other side of the room before she stood up out of bed.
He smiled and moved through the door, closing it once through. Areyanna ran to the tub of water that was left on the dresser and submersed her face in it.
*Yuck! get it off! get it off!* she rubbed her face continuously for five minutes. Finally, she dryed her skin with a white towel, brushed her hair and fixed her make up. She pulled open heavy oak drawers looking for her clothes, and at last found a pair of black socks, black pants, black underwear, black tank top, her balck robe and a dull pair of black shoes. She changed quickly into them, not realizing that it was still dark in the room. *Snape, thinks he's so good...Mr.I-don't-need-to-take-a-bath...I'm so great...* It hadn't even been one night and Snape was already on her nerves.
The door creaked as she emerged into the enterance of the Slytherin common-room. Everythign was still dark, embers still burned in the fireplace and the smell of them fill Areyanna nostiles causing her to cough a little. She grabbed her books and wand she left on the mantle the night before and headed down the staircase towards the opening to the room. She turned around at a faint sniker in the corner of the dark room. It's faded. As she walked again the noise grew a little louder, it muffled itself then faded back into the darkness.
"Hello?" Areyanna paused. A panic feeling sweeped over her entire body. The noise didn't show it's face. She travelled out of the small opening of the common-room enterance, out into the hall. Moonlight streamed across her face and she looked out the window in a sky filled with stars and a bright white moon.
Areyanna turned back to the enterance, repeated the password, strolled to the middle of the room, set down her books, aggressively walk to the corner where the noise came from and said a few words that made her wand's end spark so she could see. Nothing. She put out the wand with a flick of her wrist and stomped off back to the girls dorm for another two hours of sleep.
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Students bustled down the halls towards different classes. Some to Charms, others to Defence. Areyanna paced herself for her walk to Potions, with none other than Professor Snape. After that attack that morning, she didn't feel up to his class.
"Hey, Arey," Dyllian called from a few feet away. Areyanna stoped to wait, "Where are you off too?"
"Potions, with Snape," Areyanna knew that her disgust for her professor was cleary shown on her face. Dyllian laughed and patted her back.
"Oh, I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"Ha, he got me up two hours before classes and told me I was going to be late," the anger swelled inside her body. Dyllian laughed again. She felt a tiny smile form on her face.
"I gotta go, hope it's ok," the boy waved as he headed down another hallway to their left. Areyanna waved slightly and headed on towards the the potions room.
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"Great to see you awake and ready, Scallon," Snape gingerly commented as the girl slumped into her desk.
"Nice shoes," Areyanna slandered his shoes under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Snape shot as the students who heard what she said chuckled into hands or coughed to keep from being caught.
"Nice to see you too."
Snape's eyes became small slits on his face. He sat down heavily at his desk and confidentially took a peek at his shoes. *Their not any different then the students shoes* he reported to himself.
Areyanna couldn't help be laughed as she caught him looking at the shoes under his desk. *He needs some serious help* the words made her laugh a little bit harder even though they didn't stand for much.
"Today's lesson will begin with a simple potion for curing warts," Snape galanced about the room at the his students, who all sat scribbling in their books, "Muggles believe that to get a wart you must kiss a frog...incorrect...muggles will also say that wizards don't exist, they will deny the very existence of Merlin," the thought of foolish muggles pulled at Snapes nerves, the very thought of them denying anything to do with magic almost knocked that wind out of him.
"Not all muggles, professor," Areyanna corrected Snape's stereotypical remark. Snape curled his hand into a fist and hovered over Areyanna and her desk. The two stared each other down, like it was high noon in the center of town and both were ready for the shoot-off.
"Not a muggles, did you say Scallon, and how do you come by your answer?"
"I just don't believe that all muggles think that magic is inferior," Areyanna watched Snape crouch down to her level.
"What do you believe Areyanna?" the words flowed swiftly from his tongue and of his lips. Areyanna couldn't help but curled her lip and the foul smelling breath. A piece of greasy hair fell over his eye, but he made no admitted to move it. He sat there awaiting her answer.
"I believe in good hygiene," As the rest of the class burst into laughter, Areyanna smiled sweety at a raging Snape, who had thought he would have gotten the better of her.
Snape stood, he started breathing heavily and snorted at her, "A quick tongue doesn't mean a keen mind, Areyanna Scallon. I hope you will remember that the next time you try to insult me."
"I'm not as dumb as you look," the class was now roaring with laughter. Areyanna looked around the room. Some people were turning red trying to hide their smirking and others plain out showed everything. A blonde boy at the back of the room glared at her. She turned away. His blue eyes burnt a hole I the back of her head.
"LEAVE!" a long out stretched arm pointed to the door, "TO FILCH!...NOW!"
A solemn faced Areyanna grabbed her books and headed out he door slamming it shut once on the other side. She stood there a moment listening to what Snape was going to say to calm the class down.
"Draco, make sure that girl gets to Filch," Areyanna began to walk. The last thing she needed now was to get into more trouble for eavesdropping. She hadn't even taken three steps when the door opened and shut, yet she paid no attention to it and keep walking.
"That was some show in there," a handsome voice stated casually.
"I perform tomorrow at the same time of your interested." A hand grabbed her from behind slowing her down. She turned and released his grip.
"Who do you think you are?" it was the blonde boy.
"Obviously you don't remember me..." the boy looked at her in confusion,"...I was in your dreams last night."
The look on the boy's face told Areyanna that he had gotten the joke, "Right, you were the one kissing the ground I walked on," he walked a step in front of her leading to Filch.
Areyanna searched her mind for a good come back, but found nothing. The boy had actually stumped her.
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"Draco what do you want?" an even grosser man than Snape sat behind a desk. A cat the colour of dust nestled it's head beneath his chin.
"Here," Draco shoved the girl in the room. She shoot him an irritated look as she stumbled to regain her balance. He returned the look with a grin, then proceeded out the door.
"And you are?" Filch set the cat on the desk and motioned for the girl to sit.
"Areyanna Scallon."
"Who sent you?"
"Professor Snape."
"For what reason did her send you?"
"For telling the truth," Areyanna didn't exactly lie, neither did she tell the whole truth about the incident.
"Don't give me that, what did you do?" Filch had replaced the cat to his lap and watched for a reply.
*Might as well tell him, I don't want to be here all day.* Areyanna commented. "First Snape...I mean, Professor Snape asked me what I believed in and I said that I believed in hygiene," The man's face twisted, unable to tell if it was a smile or a look of impending doom Areyanna went on to tell the rest of the story, leaving out the walk to his office.
"Quite interesting, I have never really knew anybody that could get the best of old Snape like that, but I will say that the punshiment will be bad," he looked the girl up one side and down the other, "Just let me confirm it with Dumbledore first."
While Filch was gone Areyanna petted the strange cat. It wretched its body about her feet and made a weird purring noise like a car that could start. The cat jumped up onto her lap and started clawing at her robe.
"Ouch, stop," Areyanna grabbed the huge dusty ball of fur and shoved it back onto the desk. An angry sound made its way from underneath the fur. Areyanna watched the cat intently out of eccentric curiousity. It moved from the desk to Filch's chair and scratched at the back of the desk, "Hmm..." a meddlesome inch flowed through her hands, "...Here kitty...whacha lookin' for?" Areayanna pushed herself away from the chair and peered over the desk. The cat scratched again at a drawer. Now around the desk Areyanna pulled the drawer open. The grey cat jumped inside and sat there looking at her. The only way to get a peek at was inside would be to touch the cat, that didn't stand well with Areyanna because she had the feeling the cat didn't like her. The reason could be that it started swatting it's paw at her. "Pretty kitty, move away now," Areyanna lied and searched the top of the desk with a free hand looking for anything that was big and heavy enough to move the fluff ball. Finally, she grabbed a long metal ruler and propped it on one side of the cat, who now hissed. "Either you move or you lose...," the cat didn't back down, "Fine be the tough one," with that Areyanna pushed down on the free side of the ruler. The cat let out a horrific scream and jumped. Placing the ruler back on the desk Areyanna started searching the contents of the drawer. Feather duster, rags, whistle...whistle? Areyanna didn't want to know. She pushed it aside and continued. Her hand brushed against a cold object. She started to uncover it, a big oval locket the size of her hand lay there. It caught the light of the desk lamp on it's silvery surface, painting a small reflection against Areyanna and the wall. Before she had a chance to even think about the beautiful locket the door creaked. Areyanna shoved the locket into her robe pocket and jumped up from behind the desk.
"What are you doing?" the old wrinkled face of Argus Filch flashed her a disagreeable sneer.
Areyanna went to place her hands on the desk, as she did the open drawer hit her leg. *Great* Areyanna could see the trouble she'd be in now, but maybe she could close it. The cat rubbed against her leg.
"Get away from there, unless you want more detention work," Filch started to walk closer. There was no time to close it softly, Areyanna hit the drawer with all of the migh tin her foot, "What was that?"
"I don't know," she said slipping back into her sit. She slid her hand inside her pocket touching the cold metal of the locket, wondering what it contained.
"Where's my cat?" Filch stared at her, accussing her of doing something to it.
"Beats me, it's not my cat," Areyanna regretted the words after she spoke them. Filch opened the drawer at the bottom of the desk. A grey tail flopped over the top of the desk as he brought the cat into view. She wanted to yell at the supid cat. It msut have jumped in the drawer right before she closed it, "I didn't..."
"You should have a more troublesome job," the words spat at Areyanna cutting of her I-didn't-do-it.
"What do I have to do?" she really didn't want to ask. Filch sneer turned into what looked like a smile. Shivers rushed down Areyanna's spine, was he jsut enticing fear or was that smile for a reason.
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*I can't believe he enticed me like that* Areyanna rubbed the gold surface of a trophy, *This is nothing, I'll just do a shabby job and then get to dinner.* There was only about two hundred trophies to go. The punishment had been to wash every trophy it the room, which isn't hard when you decide to do a bad job of cleaning them. Areyanna dunked the toothbrush into the soapy water. At least all of the class that say weren't so bad, Charms was fun, Defence was going to get better once she udnerstood some of the words. The only class she hardly looked forward to was Potions. The thought of Snape made her cringe, she wouldn't last another five minutes in that class. The man was just to easy to get the better of, these trophies would be sparkling and the gold plating would be gone by the time the school year was up.
"That was a pretty good thing you pulled in Potions today," the boy she had saw at the front of the Gryffindor team cheering at the Sorting Hat ceremony stood in the doorway. A redhead and brunette stood behind him.
"I could never have done that," the redhead smiled thinking about Snape's bewildered face.
"Thanks," what else could Areyanna say.
"I'm Hermione, this is Harry..."she pointed at the black haired boy from the ceremony and then at the redhead, "...and that's Ron."
"Areyanna," she dryed her hands on a rag unwillingly lent to her by Filch and shooked their hands.
"It's Snape," Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder and Hermione bit her lip.
"Well, see you around, wish we could have stayed longer," Harry and the others waved. Areyanna could here their footsteps quickly run down the hallway.
She looked back at the trophies and decided to say that she was finished.
"Scallon," Snape leaned against the frame of the door. Areyanna through the rag into the water bucket that was now a dirty brown and held the toothbrush in her hand. Snape toiled about the trophies peering in through the glass, "Are we finished so soon? they don't look that clean."
"Well I used your soap, I wonder why," Areyanna coughed to smother her words.
"Sadly, you are free to go," Snape made his way slowly to her front, "I don't want a smart mouthed girl interupting my class again...do you hear me?"
"I can't promise anything," Areyanna stared right into the dark tunnels of his eyes.
"I wouldn't accept a promise from you," Snape remained inside the room as Areyanna step out into the hall. She turned back, Snape questioning her with his eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot, here," Areyanna handed Snape a toothbrush. Snape took it and looked it over. The bristles were bent everywhich way and were stained brown. He moved his fingers from the handle revealing SNAPE in bold blakc letters. He slowly looked back up at the girl how stood in the door way.
"Thanks, it worked well..." Areyanna turned form him and headed down the hallway remarking before she turned the corner, "seeing it was never used before."
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By: April Malone
Note: Well...this should prove interesting...
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CHAPTER 2: Basic Trouble
Areyanna's eyes flew open, she scratched at the heavyness on her face. Hands and fingers covered the openings of her nose and mouth. She tried to scream, when she realized that Snape, (her house professor), was standing over her. He bent down swiftly, hands still in place on her face.
"Shhh, don't scream," he released his hands and stood back upright. He watched the girl suck in a deep breath and then narrowed her eyes at him.
"What in the world are you doing?" Areyanna tried wiping the greasyness of Snape's hands off her face, but she could still feel the moistness.
"You're going to be late for your classes, get up," Snape glowered down at her like someone who might have been clean once.
"Thanks," this word didn't come easily to her lips, especially to say to Snape. She through off the covers and waited for Snape to cross to the other side of the room before she stood up out of bed.
He smiled and moved through the door, closing it once through. Areyanna ran to the tub of water that was left on the dresser and submersed her face in it.
*Yuck! get it off! get it off!* she rubbed her face continuously for five minutes. Finally, she dryed her skin with a white towel, brushed her hair and fixed her make up. She pulled open heavy oak drawers looking for her clothes, and at last found a pair of black socks, black pants, black underwear, black tank top, her balck robe and a dull pair of black shoes. She changed quickly into them, not realizing that it was still dark in the room. *Snape, thinks he's so good...Mr.I-don't-need-to-take-a-bath...I'm so great...* It hadn't even been one night and Snape was already on her nerves.
The door creaked as she emerged into the enterance of the Slytherin common-room. Everythign was still dark, embers still burned in the fireplace and the smell of them fill Areyanna nostiles causing her to cough a little. She grabbed her books and wand she left on the mantle the night before and headed down the staircase towards the opening to the room. She turned around at a faint sniker in the corner of the dark room. It's faded. As she walked again the noise grew a little louder, it muffled itself then faded back into the darkness.
"Hello?" Areyanna paused. A panic feeling sweeped over her entire body. The noise didn't show it's face. She travelled out of the small opening of the common-room enterance, out into the hall. Moonlight streamed across her face and she looked out the window in a sky filled with stars and a bright white moon.
Areyanna turned back to the enterance, repeated the password, strolled to the middle of the room, set down her books, aggressively walk to the corner where the noise came from and said a few words that made her wand's end spark so she could see. Nothing. She put out the wand with a flick of her wrist and stomped off back to the girls dorm for another two hours of sleep.
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Students bustled down the halls towards different classes. Some to Charms, others to Defence. Areyanna paced herself for her walk to Potions, with none other than Professor Snape. After that attack that morning, she didn't feel up to his class.
"Hey, Arey," Dyllian called from a few feet away. Areyanna stoped to wait, "Where are you off too?"
"Potions, with Snape," Areyanna knew that her disgust for her professor was cleary shown on her face. Dyllian laughed and patted her back.
"Oh, I'm sure it won't be that bad."
"Ha, he got me up two hours before classes and told me I was going to be late," the anger swelled inside her body. Dyllian laughed again. She felt a tiny smile form on her face.
"I gotta go, hope it's ok," the boy waved as he headed down another hallway to their left. Areyanna waved slightly and headed on towards the the potions room.
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"Great to see you awake and ready, Scallon," Snape gingerly commented as the girl slumped into her desk.
"Nice shoes," Areyanna slandered his shoes under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Snape shot as the students who heard what she said chuckled into hands or coughed to keep from being caught.
"Nice to see you too."
Snape's eyes became small slits on his face. He sat down heavily at his desk and confidentially took a peek at his shoes. *Their not any different then the students shoes* he reported to himself.
Areyanna couldn't help be laughed as she caught him looking at the shoes under his desk. *He needs some serious help* the words made her laugh a little bit harder even though they didn't stand for much.
"Today's lesson will begin with a simple potion for curing warts," Snape galanced about the room at the his students, who all sat scribbling in their books, "Muggles believe that to get a wart you must kiss a frog...incorrect...muggles will also say that wizards don't exist, they will deny the very existence of Merlin," the thought of foolish muggles pulled at Snapes nerves, the very thought of them denying anything to do with magic almost knocked that wind out of him.
"Not all muggles, professor," Areyanna corrected Snape's stereotypical remark. Snape curled his hand into a fist and hovered over Areyanna and her desk. The two stared each other down, like it was high noon in the center of town and both were ready for the shoot-off.
"Not a muggles, did you say Scallon, and how do you come by your answer?"
"I just don't believe that all muggles think that magic is inferior," Areyanna watched Snape crouch down to her level.
"What do you believe Areyanna?" the words flowed swiftly from his tongue and of his lips. Areyanna couldn't help but curled her lip and the foul smelling breath. A piece of greasy hair fell over his eye, but he made no admitted to move it. He sat there awaiting her answer.
"I believe in good hygiene," As the rest of the class burst into laughter, Areyanna smiled sweety at a raging Snape, who had thought he would have gotten the better of her.
Snape stood, he started breathing heavily and snorted at her, "A quick tongue doesn't mean a keen mind, Areyanna Scallon. I hope you will remember that the next time you try to insult me."
"I'm not as dumb as you look," the class was now roaring with laughter. Areyanna looked around the room. Some people were turning red trying to hide their smirking and others plain out showed everything. A blonde boy at the back of the room glared at her. She turned away. His blue eyes burnt a hole I the back of her head.
"LEAVE!" a long out stretched arm pointed to the door, "TO FILCH!...NOW!"
A solemn faced Areyanna grabbed her books and headed out he door slamming it shut once on the other side. She stood there a moment listening to what Snape was going to say to calm the class down.
"Draco, make sure that girl gets to Filch," Areyanna began to walk. The last thing she needed now was to get into more trouble for eavesdropping. She hadn't even taken three steps when the door opened and shut, yet she paid no attention to it and keep walking.
"That was some show in there," a handsome voice stated casually.
"I perform tomorrow at the same time of your interested." A hand grabbed her from behind slowing her down. She turned and released his grip.
"Who do you think you are?" it was the blonde boy.
"Obviously you don't remember me..." the boy looked at her in confusion,"...I was in your dreams last night."
The look on the boy's face told Areyanna that he had gotten the joke, "Right, you were the one kissing the ground I walked on," he walked a step in front of her leading to Filch.
Areyanna searched her mind for a good come back, but found nothing. The boy had actually stumped her.
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"Draco what do you want?" an even grosser man than Snape sat behind a desk. A cat the colour of dust nestled it's head beneath his chin.
"Here," Draco shoved the girl in the room. She shoot him an irritated look as she stumbled to regain her balance. He returned the look with a grin, then proceeded out the door.
"And you are?" Filch set the cat on the desk and motioned for the girl to sit.
"Areyanna Scallon."
"Who sent you?"
"Professor Snape."
"For what reason did her send you?"
"For telling the truth," Areyanna didn't exactly lie, neither did she tell the whole truth about the incident.
"Don't give me that, what did you do?" Filch had replaced the cat to his lap and watched for a reply.
*Might as well tell him, I don't want to be here all day.* Areyanna commented. "First Snape...I mean, Professor Snape asked me what I believed in and I said that I believed in hygiene," The man's face twisted, unable to tell if it was a smile or a look of impending doom Areyanna went on to tell the rest of the story, leaving out the walk to his office.
"Quite interesting, I have never really knew anybody that could get the best of old Snape like that, but I will say that the punshiment will be bad," he looked the girl up one side and down the other, "Just let me confirm it with Dumbledore first."
While Filch was gone Areyanna petted the strange cat. It wretched its body about her feet and made a weird purring noise like a car that could start. The cat jumped up onto her lap and started clawing at her robe.
"Ouch, stop," Areyanna grabbed the huge dusty ball of fur and shoved it back onto the desk. An angry sound made its way from underneath the fur. Areyanna watched the cat intently out of eccentric curiousity. It moved from the desk to Filch's chair and scratched at the back of the desk, "Hmm..." a meddlesome inch flowed through her hands, "...Here kitty...whacha lookin' for?" Areayanna pushed herself away from the chair and peered over the desk. The cat scratched again at a drawer. Now around the desk Areyanna pulled the drawer open. The grey cat jumped inside and sat there looking at her. The only way to get a peek at was inside would be to touch the cat, that didn't stand well with Areyanna because she had the feeling the cat didn't like her. The reason could be that it started swatting it's paw at her. "Pretty kitty, move away now," Areyanna lied and searched the top of the desk with a free hand looking for anything that was big and heavy enough to move the fluff ball. Finally, she grabbed a long metal ruler and propped it on one side of the cat, who now hissed. "Either you move or you lose...," the cat didn't back down, "Fine be the tough one," with that Areyanna pushed down on the free side of the ruler. The cat let out a horrific scream and jumped. Placing the ruler back on the desk Areyanna started searching the contents of the drawer. Feather duster, rags, whistle...whistle? Areyanna didn't want to know. She pushed it aside and continued. Her hand brushed against a cold object. She started to uncover it, a big oval locket the size of her hand lay there. It caught the light of the desk lamp on it's silvery surface, painting a small reflection against Areyanna and the wall. Before she had a chance to even think about the beautiful locket the door creaked. Areyanna shoved the locket into her robe pocket and jumped up from behind the desk.
"What are you doing?" the old wrinkled face of Argus Filch flashed her a disagreeable sneer.
Areyanna went to place her hands on the desk, as she did the open drawer hit her leg. *Great* Areyanna could see the trouble she'd be in now, but maybe she could close it. The cat rubbed against her leg.
"Get away from there, unless you want more detention work," Filch started to walk closer. There was no time to close it softly, Areyanna hit the drawer with all of the migh tin her foot, "What was that?"
"I don't know," she said slipping back into her sit. She slid her hand inside her pocket touching the cold metal of the locket, wondering what it contained.
"Where's my cat?" Filch stared at her, accussing her of doing something to it.
"Beats me, it's not my cat," Areyanna regretted the words after she spoke them. Filch opened the drawer at the bottom of the desk. A grey tail flopped over the top of the desk as he brought the cat into view. She wanted to yell at the supid cat. It msut have jumped in the drawer right before she closed it, "I didn't..."
"You should have a more troublesome job," the words spat at Areyanna cutting of her I-didn't-do-it.
"What do I have to do?" she really didn't want to ask. Filch sneer turned into what looked like a smile. Shivers rushed down Areyanna's spine, was he jsut enticing fear or was that smile for a reason.
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*I can't believe he enticed me like that* Areyanna rubbed the gold surface of a trophy, *This is nothing, I'll just do a shabby job and then get to dinner.* There was only about two hundred trophies to go. The punishment had been to wash every trophy it the room, which isn't hard when you decide to do a bad job of cleaning them. Areyanna dunked the toothbrush into the soapy water. At least all of the class that say weren't so bad, Charms was fun, Defence was going to get better once she udnerstood some of the words. The only class she hardly looked forward to was Potions. The thought of Snape made her cringe, she wouldn't last another five minutes in that class. The man was just to easy to get the better of, these trophies would be sparkling and the gold plating would be gone by the time the school year was up.
"That was a pretty good thing you pulled in Potions today," the boy she had saw at the front of the Gryffindor team cheering at the Sorting Hat ceremony stood in the doorway. A redhead and brunette stood behind him.
"I could never have done that," the redhead smiled thinking about Snape's bewildered face.
"Thanks," what else could Areyanna say.
"I'm Hermione, this is Harry..."she pointed at the black haired boy from the ceremony and then at the redhead, "...and that's Ron."
"Areyanna," she dryed her hands on a rag unwillingly lent to her by Filch and shooked their hands.
"It's Snape," Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder and Hermione bit her lip.
"Well, see you around, wish we could have stayed longer," Harry and the others waved. Areyanna could here their footsteps quickly run down the hallway.
She looked back at the trophies and decided to say that she was finished.
"Scallon," Snape leaned against the frame of the door. Areyanna through the rag into the water bucket that was now a dirty brown and held the toothbrush in her hand. Snape toiled about the trophies peering in through the glass, "Are we finished so soon? they don't look that clean."
"Well I used your soap, I wonder why," Areyanna coughed to smother her words.
"Sadly, you are free to go," Snape made his way slowly to her front, "I don't want a smart mouthed girl interupting my class again...do you hear me?"
"I can't promise anything," Areyanna stared right into the dark tunnels of his eyes.
"I wouldn't accept a promise from you," Snape remained inside the room as Areyanna step out into the hall. She turned back, Snape questioning her with his eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot, here," Areyanna handed Snape a toothbrush. Snape took it and looked it over. The bristles were bent everywhich way and were stained brown. He moved his fingers from the handle revealing SNAPE in bold blakc letters. He slowly looked back up at the girl how stood in the door way.
"Thanks, it worked well..." Areyanna turned form him and headed down the hallway remarking before she turned the corner, "seeing it was never used before."
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