1 Silent Reflections - Patricia's Thoughts
Disclaimer: Patricia is not mine, she is me, and - wait a sec, that didn't come out right! *starts again* Patricia is not me, she is mine. My name is Rhonda, not Patricia. I own no other. *sobs*
AN: My, that was confusing, eh? *grins* So this is Patricia's POV, and it's taking place at the same time as Severus' POV. Please don't hate me for that bit of obviousness at the end of the last chapter. Patricia being the panther. Who'd a thunk it? There will be more explanation about Pat's feelings about the way Quirrell's changed in the chapters to come (in a theatre near you).
At almost the exact same moment that Severus was sitting down in his chair in front of the fire, Patricia and Jason were running down the hall to their room to get away from the absolutely insane, yet incredibly wise Albus Dumbledore. He had spent the last half hour trying to convince them of the sexual merits of lemon drops. Patricia was laughing her head off and Jason was trying his hardest to keep the blood from rushing to his face. It wasn't working.
"Does he embarrass you my dear?" Patricia asked between fits of laughter.
"No, it's just... Well..." Jason searched his mind for a suitable explanation as Patricia burst into another peal of laughter.
"Don't worry about it. The old man's a crackpot," she said, her voice full of respect. "Just crack a few sick jokes and he'll go back to teasing Minerva," she advised. The two entered their room and the door was barely shut before Jason captured her mouth with his own. And questions Patricia may have had about Harry Potter and why Jason had glared at him flew from her mind as Jason let her know what he wanted.
* * *
It was a result of not having her in a long time. It had to have been. Or had he always been that bad at it? Was that why she had always enjoyed Severus so much? Because Jason didn't know what he was doing? She didn't remember him being that bad though. He hadn't been like that. Something had changed. But what? Unbidden, the haunted look in his eyes came back to her; she watched him glare at Potter once again; saw him glare at Severus as the two Heads had entered the Hall; saw the possessive look in his eyes as he looked at her...
She glanced over at him. He was nearly sleeping. His breathing had finally returned to normal; another few minutes and he would be asleep. Her thoughts wandered to the past and she thought of her old school friends.
Malfoy, of course; he was the unofficial leader of Slytherin, and head-over-heels in love with her. He had never stood a chance.
Crabbe; he had been useful. Ran all her errands for her.
Severus had known her as Latisha Eston. At that time she had held no romantic feelings for him; she was utterly fascinated by that brilliant mind of his. Even then, though, he had only let her see what he let the rest of the world see.
Remus Lupin; a few dalliances with him here, a few there... even though he was Gryffindor, he had been a good friend.
Lily; The girl Patricia had always wished she could be. Until Severus had told her off about it.
"It's easier to be inconspicuous with black hair, Latisha," he had said. She had turned and stalked away, wordlessly telling him she knew he was right.
Jason; he had been Ravenclaw. Every time he spoke to her she acknowledged him in the haughty Slytherin manner. They hadn't gotten together until much later.
Sirius... Patricia smiled when she thought of the boy who had introduced her to the world of romance. He had loved her, and she him, but House prejudices eventually got in the way. They went their separate ways, he ruthlessly breaking Gryffindor hearts to get over her, and she doing the same to Slytherin hearts for the same reason. The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin had turned into all-out war when Patricia had hexed Sirius for picking on Severus. They did *not* graduate as friends.
A snore interrupted her thoughts, and Patricia was hit with an almost irresistible need to see Severus. That need was reinforced when Jason began to mutter in his sleep.
"Yes, my Lord... of course I will get rid of him... the woman too... I am truly sorry my Lord... the boy will not be a problem..."
Patricia didn't wait to hear anything else. Without bothering to see if Jason was awake or asleep, she got silently out of bed and made her way to the dungeons. Once there, she transformed smoothly into the form she was most comfortable in. She had many forms, all illegal, but the panther was her favourite.
She silently crept down to *his* door and sat listening for a moment. There were none of those absurd noises human males made when they slept, so that meant that *he* was thinking. She vaguely wondered why she was indoors, and then her mind won control over her body and instincts. She was Patricia again. In mind at least. She crouched, ready to spring, while at the same time gathering all her power for one strike. *He* would have locking charms on the door of course. No matter. With a sudden snarl which served as her power's release, the door opened and she jumped into *his* room and bounded over to *him*. She stared into his black eyes and all at once remembered why she was there. She started to tremble uncontrollably as fear gripped her and she saw recognition in his eyes.
"Patricia?"
She briefly recalled that one of her other forms (and one of his) was a wolf and that wolves mate for life...
* * *
Quirrell opened his eyes as the door shut. That had gone better than hoped for. She had run like a scared rabbit. He briefly wondered why he had done that, and experienced a short moment of pain. It was quickly gone, with the Dark Lord in possession of the DADA teacher once again...
Disclaimer: Patricia is not mine, she is me, and - wait a sec, that didn't come out right! *starts again* Patricia is not me, she is mine. My name is Rhonda, not Patricia. I own no other. *sobs*
AN: My, that was confusing, eh? *grins* So this is Patricia's POV, and it's taking place at the same time as Severus' POV. Please don't hate me for that bit of obviousness at the end of the last chapter. Patricia being the panther. Who'd a thunk it? There will be more explanation about Pat's feelings about the way Quirrell's changed in the chapters to come (in a theatre near you).
At almost the exact same moment that Severus was sitting down in his chair in front of the fire, Patricia and Jason were running down the hall to their room to get away from the absolutely insane, yet incredibly wise Albus Dumbledore. He had spent the last half hour trying to convince them of the sexual merits of lemon drops. Patricia was laughing her head off and Jason was trying his hardest to keep the blood from rushing to his face. It wasn't working.
"Does he embarrass you my dear?" Patricia asked between fits of laughter.
"No, it's just... Well..." Jason searched his mind for a suitable explanation as Patricia burst into another peal of laughter.
"Don't worry about it. The old man's a crackpot," she said, her voice full of respect. "Just crack a few sick jokes and he'll go back to teasing Minerva," she advised. The two entered their room and the door was barely shut before Jason captured her mouth with his own. And questions Patricia may have had about Harry Potter and why Jason had glared at him flew from her mind as Jason let her know what he wanted.
* * *
It was a result of not having her in a long time. It had to have been. Or had he always been that bad at it? Was that why she had always enjoyed Severus so much? Because Jason didn't know what he was doing? She didn't remember him being that bad though. He hadn't been like that. Something had changed. But what? Unbidden, the haunted look in his eyes came back to her; she watched him glare at Potter once again; saw him glare at Severus as the two Heads had entered the Hall; saw the possessive look in his eyes as he looked at her...
She glanced over at him. He was nearly sleeping. His breathing had finally returned to normal; another few minutes and he would be asleep. Her thoughts wandered to the past and she thought of her old school friends.
Malfoy, of course; he was the unofficial leader of Slytherin, and head-over-heels in love with her. He had never stood a chance.
Crabbe; he had been useful. Ran all her errands for her.
Severus had known her as Latisha Eston. At that time she had held no romantic feelings for him; she was utterly fascinated by that brilliant mind of his. Even then, though, he had only let her see what he let the rest of the world see.
Remus Lupin; a few dalliances with him here, a few there... even though he was Gryffindor, he had been a good friend.
Lily; The girl Patricia had always wished she could be. Until Severus had told her off about it.
"It's easier to be inconspicuous with black hair, Latisha," he had said. She had turned and stalked away, wordlessly telling him she knew he was right.
Jason; he had been Ravenclaw. Every time he spoke to her she acknowledged him in the haughty Slytherin manner. They hadn't gotten together until much later.
Sirius... Patricia smiled when she thought of the boy who had introduced her to the world of romance. He had loved her, and she him, but House prejudices eventually got in the way. They went their separate ways, he ruthlessly breaking Gryffindor hearts to get over her, and she doing the same to Slytherin hearts for the same reason. The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin had turned into all-out war when Patricia had hexed Sirius for picking on Severus. They did *not* graduate as friends.
A snore interrupted her thoughts, and Patricia was hit with an almost irresistible need to see Severus. That need was reinforced when Jason began to mutter in his sleep.
"Yes, my Lord... of course I will get rid of him... the woman too... I am truly sorry my Lord... the boy will not be a problem..."
Patricia didn't wait to hear anything else. Without bothering to see if Jason was awake or asleep, she got silently out of bed and made her way to the dungeons. Once there, she transformed smoothly into the form she was most comfortable in. She had many forms, all illegal, but the panther was her favourite.
She silently crept down to *his* door and sat listening for a moment. There were none of those absurd noises human males made when they slept, so that meant that *he* was thinking. She vaguely wondered why she was indoors, and then her mind won control over her body and instincts. She was Patricia again. In mind at least. She crouched, ready to spring, while at the same time gathering all her power for one strike. *He* would have locking charms on the door of course. No matter. With a sudden snarl which served as her power's release, the door opened and she jumped into *his* room and bounded over to *him*. She stared into his black eyes and all at once remembered why she was there. She started to tremble uncontrollably as fear gripped her and she saw recognition in his eyes.
"Patricia?"
She briefly recalled that one of her other forms (and one of his) was a wolf and that wolves mate for life...
* * *
Quirrell opened his eyes as the door shut. That had gone better than hoped for. She had run like a scared rabbit. He briefly wondered why he had done that, and experienced a short moment of pain. It was quickly gone, with the Dark Lord in possession of the DADA teacher once again...
