A/N: Chapter 2-- aren't you just thrilled?
"I haven't forgotten, Ms. Lephay. I just didn't think you had the mental capacity to absorb such a great amount of information."
"You don't believe me. I don't know why I'm surprised. Well, Proffessor, curse me. Oh, lets go crazy. Use one of the Unforgivables." Morgaine's brown eyes were narrowed,
and boring into Snape.
Dumbledore chose to intervene. "Proffessors, I don't believe this is a very good idea. Maybe we should wait for a more opprotune time for Ms. Lephay-" Dumbledore smiled
indulgently at Morgaine-- "to prove her magical prowess."
"No, Albus. I think now is a very good time. That is, of course, if Proffessor Snape is brave enough to try." enough." Morgaine smirked coldly at Snape.
"I don't want to hurt you, Ms. Lephay. I don't make it a habit of attacking teachers, especially teachers who only manage to stay around for a year. And sometimes," he
said, looking at Morgaine disdainfully. "Even less."
Morgaine raised her eyebrow. Now, almost the entire staff had moved away, simply watching, and waiting for something to happen. "Come on then, Proffessor. As an ex-Death
Eater I'm sure you know LOTS of curses. Torturing countless muggles, helpless muggle-borns- you never stopped to think about what you did to them. And they couldn't
even defend themselves. To coin a Muggle phrase," Morgaine said, a twinkle in her eye, "bring it."
Snape was angry. More angry than he had been in a long time. Angry enough to, without even thinking, raise his wand and whisper, "Crucio." The red light shot out of his
wand, and headed straight for Morgaine's chest.
She held up a hand. The beam of light hung in the air. "Crutacious," Morgaine said, studying the red light. "Not very creative, but it will do." Morgaine curled her fingers
around the beam of light, murmered, "Asucrucio," and the entire staff watched in amazement as the beam strengthened for a moment, then slowly diffused.
The entire staff smiled and looked on in admiration, Dumbledore was smiling and nodding, as if this display had proven him, once and for all, not a brilliant crack-pot, but
simply brilliant. Snape narrowed his eyes. "Impressive. Something that I learned in my seventh year. Congratulations on being able to perform simple counter-curses."
Minerva McGonanagall's eyebrow raised, and she was obviously ready to point out his blatant lie. However, Snape was already gone.
"I'm truly sorry about Severus," Minerva said, after having been chosen to help Morgaine to her rooms.
"No problem Minerva. I provoked him. And I was able to prove myself to the rest of the staff who seemed rather-- skeptical of my knowledge."
Minerva looked slightly abashed. "You must understand, Morgaine. Its been a long time since we've had a priestess of Avalon here to teach. And- well," Minerva searched for a delicate
way to put it- "they aren't known for their brillance. Mostly for their Divination abilities. We've never had one to teach a regular class, let alone Defense against the Dark Arts."
"Don't think I'm up to it, Minnie?" Morgaine was always quick to anger whenever her abilities were called into question. Everyone always assumed that priestesses of Avalon were silly
women with their heads in the clouds. Sure, her memory wasn't great, but she was smart and had been studying for almost a century.
Minerva looked put out. "It's Minverva, and of course I do. But- we weren't sure."
"Well, I assure you, I know enough to teach a class. And if you'll excuse me," Morgaine looked at Minerva coldly, "I'll be going to bed now."
"Of-- of course." Minerva turned and walked down the hall, leaving Morgaine the way she liked to be. Alone.
Snape angrily banged around in his office. He wasn't really doing anything, just opening drawers so he could shut them angrily, picking up indgredients, and slamming them down again,
complaining about their color to no one but himself. Had school been in session, he would of strode around the hallways, taking obscenely high amounts of house points just because he
could. This was Severus Snape angry. He didn't even know why he was. That woman had pushed the right buttons, he supposed, and he wasn't used to people doing that. He liked to think he
was to complex to figure out, but those damn priestesses always managed to figure everything out. He slammed a large potions tome down, and went to his tea kettle. He rattled that around
sufficently before actually beginning to make tea. "Temper Severus. It always did get you in trouble."
Snape sneered up at Dumbeldore. "Albus, I dislike being rude to you, but please leave me the hell alone."
"You left awfully fast, and we were concerned." Dumbledore put an hand on Snape's shoulder. "I know Ms. Lephay said some things that she shouldn't have, and I plan on talking to her about
it."
"Don't bother, Albus," Snape said, sighing. He poured a 2 cups of tea, and handed one to Dumbldore. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me. I'll deal with her in my own way."
"If you mean by being sarcastic and cruel at anytime possible, I believe that that will only provoke her." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling.
"Albus, I'm tired. I'd like to go to bed now."
Dumbledore smiled all-knowingly and set down his tea cup on Snape's desk. "Goodnight then, Severus."
Snape let out a small growl of frustration. That man was infuriating! But never mind that. Snape was just happy to be alone.
The next two weeks passed without incident. All the teachers had been thrown into speedy preperations for the school year, which they had neglected to think about. Morgaine had barely even
remembered she was a teacher. All the activity managed to keep Snape and Morgaine away from eachother. Morgaine had already forgotten the incident in the Dining hall, but Snape was still
seething about it. He never let go of anger. Finally, the 1st day of school arrived. Morgaine was just stepping out of her rooms when Snape came up the stairs, black robes billowing. Morgaine
purposely stepped out right in front of him. He realized she was directly in front of him too late, and ran right into her. "Ms. Lephay, can't you watch out where you're going?"
"I'm sorry, Severus. I didn't see you." Morgaine smiled innocently, and dusted off her white satin robes.
Snape sneered and continued passed. Morgaine laughed to herself. And she thought teaching was going to be boring.
"I'd like to introduce you all to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Morgaine-" Dumbeldore stopped and looked down the high table. The seat next to Snape was empty. "Oh dear,"
Dumbledore said quietly. "Well, when she gets here, I'll introduce you. As for the feast," Dumbledore smiled when the entire student body groaned. "It may begin." Applause echoed through the
hall as food filled the tables.
The students were just beginning dessert when a lound banging noise echoed through the hall. All the students looked to see Morgaine enter the hall.
"There she is," Dumbledore said. "Students, here is your new Defense teacher, Morgaine Lephay. She is a priestess of Avalon, and-" Dumbledore added, seeing some of the students snickering,
"is to be respected as any other teacher."
Morgaine had finally reached the high table. "Thank you. I look forward to teaching you all," she said, her pale cheeks flushed. She hurried to her seat, and sat down.
"Get lost again, Ms. Lephay?" Snape said, his silky voice low and teasing.
"No," Morgaine said irritably. "I got into a lovely conversation with one of your suits of armor. Seems his owner used to serve at the Round Table, and was very close to my great grandmother. I
simply lost track of time."
Snape smirked coldly. "I know how hard it can be for priestesses to keep their heads out of the clouds."
Morgaine's face darkened as she turned to face Snape. "I suggest, Severus, you think before you say anything like that again. You may think that all us priestesses don't know what the hell they're
doing half the time, but you're sorely mistaken. I'm smart, and I know more things then you could ever even begin to fathom knowing. I also know ways to slowly, surreptiously, and painfully
torture someone until they're within an inch of their life. So be careful." Morgaine turned to the piece of cherry pie she had in front of herself. "Albus, this pie is to DIE for," she said
cheerfully. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Snape look at the forkful of pie he had, and set it down on his plate. Morgaine allowed herself a sly smile. Things were definately getting more
interesting.
"I haven't forgotten, Ms. Lephay. I just didn't think you had the mental capacity to absorb such a great amount of information."
"You don't believe me. I don't know why I'm surprised. Well, Proffessor, curse me. Oh, lets go crazy. Use one of the Unforgivables." Morgaine's brown eyes were narrowed,
and boring into Snape.
Dumbledore chose to intervene. "Proffessors, I don't believe this is a very good idea. Maybe we should wait for a more opprotune time for Ms. Lephay-" Dumbledore smiled
indulgently at Morgaine-- "to prove her magical prowess."
"No, Albus. I think now is a very good time. That is, of course, if Proffessor Snape is brave enough to try." enough." Morgaine smirked coldly at Snape.
"I don't want to hurt you, Ms. Lephay. I don't make it a habit of attacking teachers, especially teachers who only manage to stay around for a year. And sometimes," he
said, looking at Morgaine disdainfully. "Even less."
Morgaine raised her eyebrow. Now, almost the entire staff had moved away, simply watching, and waiting for something to happen. "Come on then, Proffessor. As an ex-Death
Eater I'm sure you know LOTS of curses. Torturing countless muggles, helpless muggle-borns- you never stopped to think about what you did to them. And they couldn't
even defend themselves. To coin a Muggle phrase," Morgaine said, a twinkle in her eye, "bring it."
Snape was angry. More angry than he had been in a long time. Angry enough to, without even thinking, raise his wand and whisper, "Crucio." The red light shot out of his
wand, and headed straight for Morgaine's chest.
She held up a hand. The beam of light hung in the air. "Crutacious," Morgaine said, studying the red light. "Not very creative, but it will do." Morgaine curled her fingers
around the beam of light, murmered, "Asucrucio," and the entire staff watched in amazement as the beam strengthened for a moment, then slowly diffused.
The entire staff smiled and looked on in admiration, Dumbledore was smiling and nodding, as if this display had proven him, once and for all, not a brilliant crack-pot, but
simply brilliant. Snape narrowed his eyes. "Impressive. Something that I learned in my seventh year. Congratulations on being able to perform simple counter-curses."
Minerva McGonanagall's eyebrow raised, and she was obviously ready to point out his blatant lie. However, Snape was already gone.
"I'm truly sorry about Severus," Minerva said, after having been chosen to help Morgaine to her rooms.
"No problem Minerva. I provoked him. And I was able to prove myself to the rest of the staff who seemed rather-- skeptical of my knowledge."
Minerva looked slightly abashed. "You must understand, Morgaine. Its been a long time since we've had a priestess of Avalon here to teach. And- well," Minerva searched for a delicate
way to put it- "they aren't known for their brillance. Mostly for their Divination abilities. We've never had one to teach a regular class, let alone Defense against the Dark Arts."
"Don't think I'm up to it, Minnie?" Morgaine was always quick to anger whenever her abilities were called into question. Everyone always assumed that priestesses of Avalon were silly
women with their heads in the clouds. Sure, her memory wasn't great, but she was smart and had been studying for almost a century.
Minerva looked put out. "It's Minverva, and of course I do. But- we weren't sure."
"Well, I assure you, I know enough to teach a class. And if you'll excuse me," Morgaine looked at Minerva coldly, "I'll be going to bed now."
"Of-- of course." Minerva turned and walked down the hall, leaving Morgaine the way she liked to be. Alone.
Snape angrily banged around in his office. He wasn't really doing anything, just opening drawers so he could shut them angrily, picking up indgredients, and slamming them down again,
complaining about their color to no one but himself. Had school been in session, he would of strode around the hallways, taking obscenely high amounts of house points just because he
could. This was Severus Snape angry. He didn't even know why he was. That woman had pushed the right buttons, he supposed, and he wasn't used to people doing that. He liked to think he
was to complex to figure out, but those damn priestesses always managed to figure everything out. He slammed a large potions tome down, and went to his tea kettle. He rattled that around
sufficently before actually beginning to make tea. "Temper Severus. It always did get you in trouble."
Snape sneered up at Dumbeldore. "Albus, I dislike being rude to you, but please leave me the hell alone."
"You left awfully fast, and we were concerned." Dumbledore put an hand on Snape's shoulder. "I know Ms. Lephay said some things that she shouldn't have, and I plan on talking to her about
it."
"Don't bother, Albus," Snape said, sighing. He poured a 2 cups of tea, and handed one to Dumbldore. "I don't need you to fight my battles for me. I'll deal with her in my own way."
"If you mean by being sarcastic and cruel at anytime possible, I believe that that will only provoke her." Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling.
"Albus, I'm tired. I'd like to go to bed now."
Dumbledore smiled all-knowingly and set down his tea cup on Snape's desk. "Goodnight then, Severus."
Snape let out a small growl of frustration. That man was infuriating! But never mind that. Snape was just happy to be alone.
The next two weeks passed without incident. All the teachers had been thrown into speedy preperations for the school year, which they had neglected to think about. Morgaine had barely even
remembered she was a teacher. All the activity managed to keep Snape and Morgaine away from eachother. Morgaine had already forgotten the incident in the Dining hall, but Snape was still
seething about it. He never let go of anger. Finally, the 1st day of school arrived. Morgaine was just stepping out of her rooms when Snape came up the stairs, black robes billowing. Morgaine
purposely stepped out right in front of him. He realized she was directly in front of him too late, and ran right into her. "Ms. Lephay, can't you watch out where you're going?"
"I'm sorry, Severus. I didn't see you." Morgaine smiled innocently, and dusted off her white satin robes.
Snape sneered and continued passed. Morgaine laughed to herself. And she thought teaching was going to be boring.
"I'd like to introduce you all to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Morgaine-" Dumbeldore stopped and looked down the high table. The seat next to Snape was empty. "Oh dear,"
Dumbledore said quietly. "Well, when she gets here, I'll introduce you. As for the feast," Dumbledore smiled when the entire student body groaned. "It may begin." Applause echoed through the
hall as food filled the tables.
The students were just beginning dessert when a lound banging noise echoed through the hall. All the students looked to see Morgaine enter the hall.
"There she is," Dumbledore said. "Students, here is your new Defense teacher, Morgaine Lephay. She is a priestess of Avalon, and-" Dumbledore added, seeing some of the students snickering,
"is to be respected as any other teacher."
Morgaine had finally reached the high table. "Thank you. I look forward to teaching you all," she said, her pale cheeks flushed. She hurried to her seat, and sat down.
"Get lost again, Ms. Lephay?" Snape said, his silky voice low and teasing.
"No," Morgaine said irritably. "I got into a lovely conversation with one of your suits of armor. Seems his owner used to serve at the Round Table, and was very close to my great grandmother. I
simply lost track of time."
Snape smirked coldly. "I know how hard it can be for priestesses to keep their heads out of the clouds."
Morgaine's face darkened as she turned to face Snape. "I suggest, Severus, you think before you say anything like that again. You may think that all us priestesses don't know what the hell they're
doing half the time, but you're sorely mistaken. I'm smart, and I know more things then you could ever even begin to fathom knowing. I also know ways to slowly, surreptiously, and painfully
torture someone until they're within an inch of their life. So be careful." Morgaine turned to the piece of cherry pie she had in front of herself. "Albus, this pie is to DIE for," she said
cheerfully. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Snape look at the forkful of pie he had, and set it down on his plate. Morgaine allowed herself a sly smile. Things were definately getting more
interesting.