Life at Hogwarts soon fell into something resembling a routine. Snape and
Allosia groused at each other over meals while students learned that her
temper, while less arbitrary than his, was just as bad. And while Ron
Weasley had managed to hunt down a number of photos from her years as a
student, no one seemed to know anything about her past with Snape other
than Dumbledore, not that this stopped Madam Hooch from teasing her about
the odd friendship they clearly had. It almost made Allosia wonder if they
had a bit of a past too.
At night, when she couldn't sleep, she continued to fly. These hours in the air had, in their way, become her personal office hours, at least amongst the faculty. If someone wanted to talk to her, this was where they sought her out. Occasionally, her stealthy passage above the grounds caused her to catch students at their usual mischief. Remembering Dumbledore's opinion on it, she as often as not let it go, but it depended heavily on who the culprit was.
Draco Malfoy loudly molesting a seemingly willing fellow-Slytherin was one of the indiscretions Allosia chose not to overlook. She had been awed by Malfoy's audacity.
"You're Ravenclaw, right?" he asked as if she were a peer.
"I am."
"Then why don't you go harass," he paused, "a Hufflepuff, or something?"
"Because it's boring," she said dryly. "At any rate, that will be fifty points from you, and sixty from your plaything. She should have better taste." Allosia knew it was cruel, but she couldn't help but find it funny. "Next time, have the decency to hide somewhere in the castle. You'll be far less likely to get caught."
At the next day's breakfast, Snape, while lamenting the large number of points she had taken from his house, couldn't help but acknowledge that she had done it with some flair. He also confessed a relief at not having stumbled on that scene. "There are simply some things I don't want to imagine, much less see," he said with a shudder.
She laughed outright at this, but was quickly silence by a well-placed glare.
"What were you doing out there anyway?" he asked.
"Letting off steam," she said, quickly adding "flying," when she saw the quirk of his mouth.
He lowered his head then and turned away. "I remember," he said very softly.
"You're welcome, you know, to join me, if you want," she said, trying to sound normal about it.
"I'll think about it, Allosia."
She nodded. "Of course."
At night, when she couldn't sleep, she continued to fly. These hours in the air had, in their way, become her personal office hours, at least amongst the faculty. If someone wanted to talk to her, this was where they sought her out. Occasionally, her stealthy passage above the grounds caused her to catch students at their usual mischief. Remembering Dumbledore's opinion on it, she as often as not let it go, but it depended heavily on who the culprit was.
Draco Malfoy loudly molesting a seemingly willing fellow-Slytherin was one of the indiscretions Allosia chose not to overlook. She had been awed by Malfoy's audacity.
"You're Ravenclaw, right?" he asked as if she were a peer.
"I am."
"Then why don't you go harass," he paused, "a Hufflepuff, or something?"
"Because it's boring," she said dryly. "At any rate, that will be fifty points from you, and sixty from your plaything. She should have better taste." Allosia knew it was cruel, but she couldn't help but find it funny. "Next time, have the decency to hide somewhere in the castle. You'll be far less likely to get caught."
At the next day's breakfast, Snape, while lamenting the large number of points she had taken from his house, couldn't help but acknowledge that she had done it with some flair. He also confessed a relief at not having stumbled on that scene. "There are simply some things I don't want to imagine, much less see," he said with a shudder.
She laughed outright at this, but was quickly silence by a well-placed glare.
"What were you doing out there anyway?" he asked.
"Letting off steam," she said, quickly adding "flying," when she saw the quirk of his mouth.
He lowered his head then and turned away. "I remember," he said very softly.
"You're welcome, you know, to join me, if you want," she said, trying to sound normal about it.
"I'll think about it, Allosia."
She nodded. "Of course."
