The Lair: Some things work out in the end.
Author's Notes: Remember friends-- When given lemons, make lemonaide; When given hemlock, do not make hemlockaide; Know the Difference between Hemlock and Lemons. It might be on a test.
Well, after I woke up, I went through the whole ordeal of being surprised. Then I took action.
I went back to sleep.
Oh come off it. Like you wouldn't wake up at 3 in the morning and want to go back to bed.
I fell asleep infront of the fireplace...again....and woke up again to Professor Snape's heavy breathing. This must be what it's like to be married. Except I don't have to fake headaches.
It was a Saturday. Nothing much was going on today. I laid on my back and looked at the ceiling and did some thinking. I thought about how I came to be here. Professor Dumbledore thinks that I was meant to be here at Hogwarts, but I'm not so sure anymore. I mean, what if the person who dropped me off in the front thought I was dead, and they were just leaving me there until someone found me and buried me.
Well, that's morbid.
I wonder if the Sorting Hat can be wrong. I don't think it can be, but it's not God. It has to make mistakes every now and then. Thinking of God's mistakes made me think of Draco Malfoy. I hope he's choking on his own spit right now...
I heard Snape stirring. So what did I do? Get up? Demand to be let out (he locked the door with a spell again)?
I pretened to be asleep.
I am so stupid.
He got up and walked over to the door. He unlocked it and then walked into his bathroom. Taking the hint, I left, and I took my trunk with me. But where to put the trunk? I stashed it in a corner of his classroom. No one would find it there, because they'd have to be stupid to go poking around in Snape's classroom.
I went upstairs to the dining room. The first thing the Slytherin's did was ask, "Did you have a nice night in the hallway?"
Errr....
I nodded.
Hermione waved me over to the Gryffindor table. So I sat with them. From the looks I was getting from everyone else, you'd think I just committed a double homicide and gotten away with it. OJ move over.
The trio (Ron, Harry, and Hermione) were looking at me strangely as I ate my porridge. Finally, Ron asked none too subtlely, "How was your night in the hallway?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
Harry leaned in close. "Can you keep a secret?" he asked in a whisper.
I slammed my spoon down in mock exasperation and rolled my eyes heavenward. I mean, really Harry. I haven't spoken since I've gotten here. It was all a ploy to get you to tell me a secret, and once you tell me I'm going to go and tell the first person I see.
I didn't need to say any of that. Ron was laughing and Hermione was giving Harry her best "you-are-so-dumb" look.
"All right, well...," he began, looking sideways up and down the table. You know, so as not to look suspicious. This boy does need an invisibility coat.
"We have a map that shows where a person is in this school at a certain period of time."
"Yeah," interjected Ron. "Like when we want to get food from the kitchen....I'm so glad we got that map back!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"And...well...," Harry was stammering. "We saw you in Snape's room."
"We know you were there all night, because you were still there this morning," Hermione added, practically turning up her nose at me. Then she grew serious. "You two didn't....?" she trailed off, making a hand gesture of continuation.
I lost it.
Or I would have lost it, had I not wanted attention given to me. Instead, my face turned an attractive shade of red, and my body shook with unshed laughter and tears of mirth.
I was choking on my porridge, and people were giving me weird looks.
"Well, what happened then?" Ron pressed.
I shook my head.
They let the subject drop, but I knew they were insanely curious.
After breakfast, I went to the library to do my weekend homework. Then I composed two letters. Here is the first one:
Professor Snape-
Thank you very much for your kindness last night. I was quite in need of a friend.
-Sarah
Well, that would disarm him at least. I felt I owed him something. Letting me into his chambers was a big thing for him...probably. Here is the second letter:
To the Tenacious Trio-
I do not feel as if I owe you an explaination, but for all your kindnesses on my part, I shall explain what happened as simply as possible.
I was thrown out of my dormitory by my fellow housemates. He let me sleep on his floor instead of the hallway.
That is my story.
-Sarah
I don't like writing letters. I don't feel like talking, and I don't feel like explaining things on paper either, but I feel less awful writing than I do speaking.
I delivered the letters already. A simple exchange. I just pressed the letters into the recipients' hands. Easier said than done with Snape, though Harry was pretty easy to pass a letter to. He didn't give me suspicious looks.
I do hope they understand.
Everything.