CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was at the same time that Dia and Snape's jaws dropped.
"What?" Dia shrieked.
All three men looked at her (Dumbledore shocked, this man, Prighter, still wearing his crinkly smile, and Snape seething.)
"Yes, dear, our dilemma has been solved. Professor Prighter was kind enough to step in as out new Defense Against the Dark Arts Master," Dumbledore smiled.
Dia looked from Snape (who was boiling over in his chair, though keeping his apperance refined) to Dumbledore. Then she said something the moment she uttered it, wished she could take it back. "But what about Professor Snape?"
Dumbledore's smile dropped a little as he looked to Snape, but came back as he looked back to Dia. "What about Severus, dear? I'm sure that he will be happy to get back to his Potion classes!"
"But..." she sputtered.
The Headmaster chuckled. "Of course you can still be Potions assistant. I am sure Severus is relieved to get out of the stuffy Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I've informed Professor Prighter what he is to deal with and he seemed extremly happy. Besides, why would we want to lose Severus, one of the greatest potions teacher we ever had here at Hogwarts?"
Prighter stepped out from Dumbledore's desk. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. I'm Wichard Prighter." He reached out his hand to Snape, who ignored the man all together, and then to Dia. When she reached out her hand, Prighter instead took it and gave it a long kiss, staring at her with bright green eyes. (Without even looking, Dia could tell Snape was going to be set off at any moment. First this man steals his job and then his Dia Diamond?)
Dia felt herself drawn to the man's eyes. She swore that the man looked familiar...or that his eyes looked familiar...
The shared gaze was interrupted by Dumbledore clearing his throat. Prighter resumed the position next to Dumbledore's chair.
Dumbledore folded his hands and looked between the Potion Master and Assistant. "Well, that was basically all I had to say. Just remember those Potions lesson plans, Severus!" he joked. Only he and Prighter laughed.
The icy energy that Snape was radiating finally hit Dumbledore because he then said, "That's all, Miss Diamond, Professor Snape."
Snape rose out of his chair and slammed through the doors to Dumbledore's office, without a good-bye, his robes billowing behind him. Dumbledore reeled from this. Dia got up, and rushing after Snape turned, around and said, "Goodbye, Headmaster, Professor!"
She didn't wait for a reply as she raced down the hallway in persuit of Snape. "Professor, wait!" Dia cried, as she finally caught up to his long strides.
Snape's face was twisted in rage. "Stay the fuck away from me, Diamond," he swore, using the curses that Dia had learned from the Muggle world.
He thundered the stariway to the landing his floor was on. "Severus, listen to me!" Dia cried.
Snape ignored her until they reached the hallway his room was on. He turned to her. "How the bloody could Dumbledore replace me with that goddamn git? I should be the damn Defense Aginst the Dark Arts Master, not that twit!"
"Dumbledore didn't know you wanted the job!" Dia cried.
Snpe's dark eyes glowed with fury. "Oh, no, Diamond, you solved that!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Dia cried, her voice rising.
"I mean what you said in there! You practically told Dumbledore that I was a slave to the Defense Aginst the Dark Arts position. That I wanted it so badly! Now he'll probably feel sorry for me and think I'm some sad little prat!" Snape roared.
Dia was stunned and unbelievably hurt by Snape's accusations. "You PRICK!" she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.
"Go on and cry, Diamond," he snarled. "Being a gorgeous veela won't help you this time."
Snape strode to the door that lead to his room. He had his hand on the knob when he felt himself being spun around by Dia. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she screamed.
Snape shook from her grasp. "Just that you bewitched me that night in the troll's dungeon..."
"But what about last night..." she sobbed.
"You and your veela powers. You've enchanted all of Hogwarts under your spell, Diamond. But it won't work on me anymore!" he spat.
"You compelete and utter ASSHOLE!" Dia shrieked, slapping Snape across his face.
Snape reeled for a moment, putting his hand tenderly to the now flaming red spot. He looked at her with flaming eyes. Dia stared back defiantly. Before he put his hand on the door knob, before he slammed it behind him, and before he left Dia sobbing uncontrolably, he said in a silkly voice, "Leave me the alone, Dia Diamond."
It was at the same time that Dia and Snape's jaws dropped.
"What?" Dia shrieked.
All three men looked at her (Dumbledore shocked, this man, Prighter, still wearing his crinkly smile, and Snape seething.)
"Yes, dear, our dilemma has been solved. Professor Prighter was kind enough to step in as out new Defense Against the Dark Arts Master," Dumbledore smiled.
Dia looked from Snape (who was boiling over in his chair, though keeping his apperance refined) to Dumbledore. Then she said something the moment she uttered it, wished she could take it back. "But what about Professor Snape?"
Dumbledore's smile dropped a little as he looked to Snape, but came back as he looked back to Dia. "What about Severus, dear? I'm sure that he will be happy to get back to his Potion classes!"
"But..." she sputtered.
The Headmaster chuckled. "Of course you can still be Potions assistant. I am sure Severus is relieved to get out of the stuffy Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I've informed Professor Prighter what he is to deal with and he seemed extremly happy. Besides, why would we want to lose Severus, one of the greatest potions teacher we ever had here at Hogwarts?"
Prighter stepped out from Dumbledore's desk. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. I'm Wichard Prighter." He reached out his hand to Snape, who ignored the man all together, and then to Dia. When she reached out her hand, Prighter instead took it and gave it a long kiss, staring at her with bright green eyes. (Without even looking, Dia could tell Snape was going to be set off at any moment. First this man steals his job and then his Dia Diamond?)
Dia felt herself drawn to the man's eyes. She swore that the man looked familiar...or that his eyes looked familiar...
The shared gaze was interrupted by Dumbledore clearing his throat. Prighter resumed the position next to Dumbledore's chair.
Dumbledore folded his hands and looked between the Potion Master and Assistant. "Well, that was basically all I had to say. Just remember those Potions lesson plans, Severus!" he joked. Only he and Prighter laughed.
The icy energy that Snape was radiating finally hit Dumbledore because he then said, "That's all, Miss Diamond, Professor Snape."
Snape rose out of his chair and slammed through the doors to Dumbledore's office, without a good-bye, his robes billowing behind him. Dumbledore reeled from this. Dia got up, and rushing after Snape turned, around and said, "Goodbye, Headmaster, Professor!"
She didn't wait for a reply as she raced down the hallway in persuit of Snape. "Professor, wait!" Dia cried, as she finally caught up to his long strides.
Snape's face was twisted in rage. "Stay the fuck away from me, Diamond," he swore, using the curses that Dia had learned from the Muggle world.
He thundered the stariway to the landing his floor was on. "Severus, listen to me!" Dia cried.
Snape ignored her until they reached the hallway his room was on. He turned to her. "How the bloody could Dumbledore replace me with that goddamn git? I should be the damn Defense Aginst the Dark Arts Master, not that twit!"
"Dumbledore didn't know you wanted the job!" Dia cried.
Snpe's dark eyes glowed with fury. "Oh, no, Diamond, you solved that!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Dia cried, her voice rising.
"I mean what you said in there! You practically told Dumbledore that I was a slave to the Defense Aginst the Dark Arts position. That I wanted it so badly! Now he'll probably feel sorry for me and think I'm some sad little prat!" Snape roared.
Dia was stunned and unbelievably hurt by Snape's accusations. "You PRICK!" she sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.
"Go on and cry, Diamond," he snarled. "Being a gorgeous veela won't help you this time."
Snape strode to the door that lead to his room. He had his hand on the knob when he felt himself being spun around by Dia. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she screamed.
Snape shook from her grasp. "Just that you bewitched me that night in the troll's dungeon..."
"But what about last night..." she sobbed.
"You and your veela powers. You've enchanted all of Hogwarts under your spell, Diamond. But it won't work on me anymore!" he spat.
"You compelete and utter ASSHOLE!" Dia shrieked, slapping Snape across his face.
Snape reeled for a moment, putting his hand tenderly to the now flaming red spot. He looked at her with flaming eyes. Dia stared back defiantly. Before he put his hand on the door knob, before he slammed it behind him, and before he left Dia sobbing uncontrolably, he said in a silkly voice, "Leave me the alone, Dia Diamond."