"Ten points from Gryffindor for insolence," Snape snarled at Harry. The young man glared daggers at his elder, but kept his mouth shut. "You are dismissed." Harry turned on his heel, and strode out of the classroom, heading for his next class. Snape watched him go. Once assured that the boy was gone, he turned to Fiona, a malicious look on his face. She returned it coolly, refusing to give in to apprehension. "As for you." He said. Fiona couldn't interpret the tone of his voice. "You're lucky. If this had been only a year ago, I would have turned you over to the Minister." He stared at her for a long moment, and Fiona shifted her weight, becoming uncomfortable under his thoughtful regard. "The one thing I don't understand is why you were sorted into Slytherin." He said to himself. Blinking, he shook his head slightly, dismissing her. She walked away, shoulders hunched. She could feel his eyes on her back. The rest of the day passed relatively well. Nothing special happened, though she did notice Malfoy watching her strangely. It was disconcerting; it was the reason she hadn't wanted people to know who her father was. Damn Snape! Why did he have to ask such personal questions? He had no right do ask what he did. No right at all. Fiona sighed. At least the Quidditch tryouts weren't far off.