1 I don't know what to say… except here's chapter 4!
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4 Chapter 4 – First Day of Term
'BRRRRRINGGG'
'Uh?!' Karen sat bolt upright, awaking with a start. 'Damn,' she said as her alarm clock continued to ring. She picked it up and pushed a button at the back, the ringing stopped. 'Seven O'clock, already? Ergh, the morning comes round too fast.' Karen slumped back onto her bed, she could easily go back to sleep. Karen was not a morning person in the slightest. Before she came to Hogwarts she enjoyed lying in bed up till Eleven O'clock. 'C'mon Karen,' she said trying to encourage herself to get up. She dragged herself out of bed, her arms didn't seem to be working yet. It was an effort to get washed and dressed. She staggered into her office and saw an owl at the window. She walked over and opened the over-large window and the barn owl fluttered in and sat on her desk. She knew it was delivering a letter and it was polite to give the owl a treat. 'Wait there a sec.' She went to her room and got a half eaten packet of ready salted crisps and came back offering these to the owl. Karen took the parchment off the owl's leg and read.
Good morning Karen!
'Hmph,' she grunted.
4.1 You will notice your timetables for the year are on your desk. Breakfast starts at 8am and finishes at 10am (for us if we don't have an early morning lesson). Your first lesson is at 10.30 this morning so enjoy your lay-in!
Good luck on your first day,
4.2 Albus Dumbledore
'WHAT?!' Karen bellowed making the owl jump. 'Sorry,' she said to the owl as it took flight out of the window. 'I could have had a LAY-IN! Damn,' She went to her desk and had a look at the timetable that said Monday. There it was, 10.30am, Flying, Gryffindor and Slytherin first years. 'I better get going, it's gonna take me an hour to find the bloody hall!' Karen suddenly wondered why she was talking out loud? She picked up her bag and threw some pieces of parchment, quills, inkpots and her timetable inside it. Then she grabbed her broom and headed out to try and find the great hall on her own. She started off alright, remembering the way she went with Professor Nettles, but things soon became very different. The wood panelling, which the interior of Hogwarts was covered in, disappeared and Karen found herself in a cold part of the castle with bare stone walls. There weren't any students down here. 'Oh shh…'
'Language, Clark,' Karens obscenity was interrupted by a cool, low voice. She turned around and saw Snape, who had just emerged from a room. 'What are you doing in my dungeon?'
'You have your own dungeon?' Karen asked him looking impressed.
'This is where I live and teach,' Snape stared directly at his intruder.
'Ok,' Karen said looking around.
'Are you here for any reason?' Snape asked.
'No. I'm trying to get to breakfast but I took a wrong turn or something,'
'I am going to the great hall. You may accompany me,' he said walking past her.
'Thanks,' Karen wondered if Snape was always so formal when he spoke. He started to climb the stairs and Karen followed. 'Why the dungeon Severus?'
'It is where the Potion Master of Hogwarts resides. I happen to be the Potions Master here so it is where I reside,'
'Don't you ever want to move somewhere else? It's kinda depressing down here,' Snape stopped and turned suddenly, looked Karen straight in the eyes and said,
'I like it here,' he stared at Karen and she got the feeling that she might have been annoying him. She wasn't going to be silenced by him and said,
'So you like something then? I was starting to think you weren't quite human,' With this he spun back around and made his way up the stairs. Karen followed saying noting but smiling at the back of his head as they walked.
She saw the familiar doors to the Great Hall and quickened her pace so she was now walking alongside Snape. They entered and walked past the students who were looking very solemn. Karen recognised this look from her own school days; it was "the first day of term" look! As they walked on the students turned and watched. Karen spotted Amber sitting at the teachers table and gave her a quick wave. She looked at Snape by her side and then back at Amber and winked. Amber looked back shocked. Snape took his usual seat and Karen sat next to Amber, which was now her usual seat.
'How did you do that?' Amber asked watching as Karen sat down.
'Do what?'
'Get Severus to walk to breakfast with you?'
'Why?'
'He doesn't walk with anyone, unless he has to that is. It's a bit of a rarity,'
'Hmm, I wondered why the kids were watching us,' Karen said. 'I wish I could say its because we spent the night together…' Amber screwed up her face '…but that ain't true!' She smirked. 'I accidentally wandered into his dungeon and he said I could go with him to breakfast,' Karen started to pour some milk on her cereal.
'He probably didn't like the idea of you walking around his stuff,' Amber philosophised.
'We had an interesting little conversation though,' Karen started. 'Something that might swing the bet in my favour,'
'Oh yeah?' Amber quizzed.
'Yep,'
Karen said no more.
The Great Hall emptied at about ten to nine. Karen and Professor Flitwick were the only ones left. Flitwick was reading the Daily Prophet. Karen got up and went over to the tiny teacher, who was sat on three thick cushions so he could see over the table. 'Hello Professor, can I join you?'
'Well hello Miss Clark!' said Flitwick in his high, squeaky voice. 'Of course, sit down,' he gestured to the seat which earlier occupied Snape.
'Thanks,' she said taking a seat. 'Call me Karen,'
'Oh, ok, Karen,' he said full of joy and went back to reading the newspaper.
Karen felt the arms of the chair thinking that the last person to touch them was Snape.
'Professor?' She asked, as Flitwick looked up. 'How's Professor Snape?'
'What do you mean?' He said with a puzzled look.
'Y'know, is he well? In good health?' Flitwick looked a little suspiciously at Karen but said,
'Yes, he is well,'
'Ok,' Karen nodded.
'May I ask why?'
'I just… wanted to know he was ok. I saw you talking quite freely with him yesterday. But he gave me the cold shoulder earlier when I wanted to talk with him,'
'He does like to keep himself to himself,'
'Yeah, I heard,' Karen said.
'But after a while he'll open a little,'
'What were you talking about with him?'
'Oh…'
'Sorry, if it's private Professor you don't have to say anything,'
'No no, it's not private. We were just talking about the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher,'
'Who's that then?' Karen asked. Flitwick crinkled his brow at this.
'Your friend… Professor Nettles,' Karen raised her eyebrows.
'Well there's something I didn't know!'
'Yes. Professor Snape has wanted that job for many a year but has been overlooked. Dumbledore thinks he won't find another potions master as good as Snape for a long time, so he keeps him there.'
'So what about Amber?'
'I don't think Snape likes her very much! Not only does she have the job he wants but… hee-hee-hee' Flitwick trailed off because he started giggling.
'What Professor?' Karen asked smiling.
'Oh, I'm sorry, it's quite amusing,' he said wiping his eyes. 'Professor Nettles walked into Professor Snape's room while he was changing. He got very upset at this because he was struggling to get into his trousers and fell over when he noticed her! Ha-ha-haaaa! Oh, I can just picture the scene! He feels a little humiliated by her, he still can't look her in the eye. But don't say anything to him! I'm not supposed to know,'
Lucky bird Karen thought.
Ten fifteen came around and Karen picked up her bag and broom and bid goodbye to Flitwick. She walked out into the nice warm air and over to the old wooden broom shed. She opened the door and scooped up an armful of school brooms and lay them onto the ground a couple of feet apart. She went back and got some more until about twenty brooms were laying in two rows. She heard voices coming towards her and looked up to see the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years coming her way.
'Good morning!' she said loudly so they all could hear. A few girls were still chatting in a group. 'Oi! You three! Shut it!' They just continued to talk openly. 'I said, SHUT IT!' Everyone else went completely silent except the three Slytherins. 'Ok,' Karen said under her breath. She grabbed her broom, and hopped onto it taking flight. At first she flew away from her students who were looking curiously at her, then she turned sharply and at about two feet from the ground she sped at the three rude Slytherin girls. She grabbed the middle one of the group and everyone screamed. She soared up higher and higher, the sounds of the class became nothing more than a whisper. The girl looked down at her classmates and then buried her face into Karen's robes not daring to keep watching.
'I'm sorry, miss! Put me down! Put me down!' The girl was gripping tightly to her teacher. They continued to climb.
'Only if you keep quiet and listen to me when I'm talking to you,' Karen said smirking and quite enjoying the air rushing through her hair.
'I will, miss! I'm sorry!' The girl said, her voice trembling terribly.
'What's your name?' Karen asked.
'Lara, miss, Lara Crofton,'
'C'mon then, Lara,' Karen said grinning. 'Lets get you back down,'
Karen gently glided down and landed softly on the ground. Lara joined her fellow Slytherins who were all gob-smacked and white with fear, while the Gryffindors laughed heartily at the unfortunate girl. 'Anymore interruptions?' Karen asked the class. They all stood silently and a few shook their heads, barely. 'Alright then… Welcome to your first flying lesson,'
Special Thanks:
Crystal
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4 Chapter 4 – First Day of Term
'BRRRRRINGGG'
'Uh?!' Karen sat bolt upright, awaking with a start. 'Damn,' she said as her alarm clock continued to ring. She picked it up and pushed a button at the back, the ringing stopped. 'Seven O'clock, already? Ergh, the morning comes round too fast.' Karen slumped back onto her bed, she could easily go back to sleep. Karen was not a morning person in the slightest. Before she came to Hogwarts she enjoyed lying in bed up till Eleven O'clock. 'C'mon Karen,' she said trying to encourage herself to get up. She dragged herself out of bed, her arms didn't seem to be working yet. It was an effort to get washed and dressed. She staggered into her office and saw an owl at the window. She walked over and opened the over-large window and the barn owl fluttered in and sat on her desk. She knew it was delivering a letter and it was polite to give the owl a treat. 'Wait there a sec.' She went to her room and got a half eaten packet of ready salted crisps and came back offering these to the owl. Karen took the parchment off the owl's leg and read.
Good morning Karen!
'Hmph,' she grunted.
4.1 You will notice your timetables for the year are on your desk. Breakfast starts at 8am and finishes at 10am (for us if we don't have an early morning lesson). Your first lesson is at 10.30 this morning so enjoy your lay-in!
Good luck on your first day,
4.2 Albus Dumbledore
'WHAT?!' Karen bellowed making the owl jump. 'Sorry,' she said to the owl as it took flight out of the window. 'I could have had a LAY-IN! Damn,' She went to her desk and had a look at the timetable that said Monday. There it was, 10.30am, Flying, Gryffindor and Slytherin first years. 'I better get going, it's gonna take me an hour to find the bloody hall!' Karen suddenly wondered why she was talking out loud? She picked up her bag and threw some pieces of parchment, quills, inkpots and her timetable inside it. Then she grabbed her broom and headed out to try and find the great hall on her own. She started off alright, remembering the way she went with Professor Nettles, but things soon became very different. The wood panelling, which the interior of Hogwarts was covered in, disappeared and Karen found herself in a cold part of the castle with bare stone walls. There weren't any students down here. 'Oh shh…'
'Language, Clark,' Karens obscenity was interrupted by a cool, low voice. She turned around and saw Snape, who had just emerged from a room. 'What are you doing in my dungeon?'
'You have your own dungeon?' Karen asked him looking impressed.
'This is where I live and teach,' Snape stared directly at his intruder.
'Ok,' Karen said looking around.
'Are you here for any reason?' Snape asked.
'No. I'm trying to get to breakfast but I took a wrong turn or something,'
'I am going to the great hall. You may accompany me,' he said walking past her.
'Thanks,' Karen wondered if Snape was always so formal when he spoke. He started to climb the stairs and Karen followed. 'Why the dungeon Severus?'
'It is where the Potion Master of Hogwarts resides. I happen to be the Potions Master here so it is where I reside,'
'Don't you ever want to move somewhere else? It's kinda depressing down here,' Snape stopped and turned suddenly, looked Karen straight in the eyes and said,
'I like it here,' he stared at Karen and she got the feeling that she might have been annoying him. She wasn't going to be silenced by him and said,
'So you like something then? I was starting to think you weren't quite human,' With this he spun back around and made his way up the stairs. Karen followed saying noting but smiling at the back of his head as they walked.
She saw the familiar doors to the Great Hall and quickened her pace so she was now walking alongside Snape. They entered and walked past the students who were looking very solemn. Karen recognised this look from her own school days; it was "the first day of term" look! As they walked on the students turned and watched. Karen spotted Amber sitting at the teachers table and gave her a quick wave. She looked at Snape by her side and then back at Amber and winked. Amber looked back shocked. Snape took his usual seat and Karen sat next to Amber, which was now her usual seat.
'How did you do that?' Amber asked watching as Karen sat down.
'Do what?'
'Get Severus to walk to breakfast with you?'
'Why?'
'He doesn't walk with anyone, unless he has to that is. It's a bit of a rarity,'
'Hmm, I wondered why the kids were watching us,' Karen said. 'I wish I could say its because we spent the night together…' Amber screwed up her face '…but that ain't true!' She smirked. 'I accidentally wandered into his dungeon and he said I could go with him to breakfast,' Karen started to pour some milk on her cereal.
'He probably didn't like the idea of you walking around his stuff,' Amber philosophised.
'We had an interesting little conversation though,' Karen started. 'Something that might swing the bet in my favour,'
'Oh yeah?' Amber quizzed.
'Yep,'
Karen said no more.
The Great Hall emptied at about ten to nine. Karen and Professor Flitwick were the only ones left. Flitwick was reading the Daily Prophet. Karen got up and went over to the tiny teacher, who was sat on three thick cushions so he could see over the table. 'Hello Professor, can I join you?'
'Well hello Miss Clark!' said Flitwick in his high, squeaky voice. 'Of course, sit down,' he gestured to the seat which earlier occupied Snape.
'Thanks,' she said taking a seat. 'Call me Karen,'
'Oh, ok, Karen,' he said full of joy and went back to reading the newspaper.
Karen felt the arms of the chair thinking that the last person to touch them was Snape.
'Professor?' She asked, as Flitwick looked up. 'How's Professor Snape?'
'What do you mean?' He said with a puzzled look.
'Y'know, is he well? In good health?' Flitwick looked a little suspiciously at Karen but said,
'Yes, he is well,'
'Ok,' Karen nodded.
'May I ask why?'
'I just… wanted to know he was ok. I saw you talking quite freely with him yesterday. But he gave me the cold shoulder earlier when I wanted to talk with him,'
'He does like to keep himself to himself,'
'Yeah, I heard,' Karen said.
'But after a while he'll open a little,'
'What were you talking about with him?'
'Oh…'
'Sorry, if it's private Professor you don't have to say anything,'
'No no, it's not private. We were just talking about the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher,'
'Who's that then?' Karen asked. Flitwick crinkled his brow at this.
'Your friend… Professor Nettles,' Karen raised her eyebrows.
'Well there's something I didn't know!'
'Yes. Professor Snape has wanted that job for many a year but has been overlooked. Dumbledore thinks he won't find another potions master as good as Snape for a long time, so he keeps him there.'
'So what about Amber?'
'I don't think Snape likes her very much! Not only does she have the job he wants but… hee-hee-hee' Flitwick trailed off because he started giggling.
'What Professor?' Karen asked smiling.
'Oh, I'm sorry, it's quite amusing,' he said wiping his eyes. 'Professor Nettles walked into Professor Snape's room while he was changing. He got very upset at this because he was struggling to get into his trousers and fell over when he noticed her! Ha-ha-haaaa! Oh, I can just picture the scene! He feels a little humiliated by her, he still can't look her in the eye. But don't say anything to him! I'm not supposed to know,'
Lucky bird Karen thought.
Ten fifteen came around and Karen picked up her bag and broom and bid goodbye to Flitwick. She walked out into the nice warm air and over to the old wooden broom shed. She opened the door and scooped up an armful of school brooms and lay them onto the ground a couple of feet apart. She went back and got some more until about twenty brooms were laying in two rows. She heard voices coming towards her and looked up to see the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years coming her way.
'Good morning!' she said loudly so they all could hear. A few girls were still chatting in a group. 'Oi! You three! Shut it!' They just continued to talk openly. 'I said, SHUT IT!' Everyone else went completely silent except the three Slytherins. 'Ok,' Karen said under her breath. She grabbed her broom, and hopped onto it taking flight. At first she flew away from her students who were looking curiously at her, then she turned sharply and at about two feet from the ground she sped at the three rude Slytherin girls. She grabbed the middle one of the group and everyone screamed. She soared up higher and higher, the sounds of the class became nothing more than a whisper. The girl looked down at her classmates and then buried her face into Karen's robes not daring to keep watching.
'I'm sorry, miss! Put me down! Put me down!' The girl was gripping tightly to her teacher. They continued to climb.
'Only if you keep quiet and listen to me when I'm talking to you,' Karen said smirking and quite enjoying the air rushing through her hair.
'I will, miss! I'm sorry!' The girl said, her voice trembling terribly.
'What's your name?' Karen asked.
'Lara, miss, Lara Crofton,'
'C'mon then, Lara,' Karen said grinning. 'Lets get you back down,'
Karen gently glided down and landed softly on the ground. Lara joined her fellow Slytherins who were all gob-smacked and white with fear, while the Gryffindors laughed heartily at the unfortunate girl. 'Anymore interruptions?' Karen asked the class. They all stood silently and a few shook their heads, barely. 'Alright then… Welcome to your first flying lesson,'
Special Thanks:
Crystal