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All things not Allosia or Gabriel belong to JKR.
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After the wedding, Allosia was confronted by the annoying reality that she was in many ways Snape's public face. Students with problems in his classes kept coming to her for help or intercession. At first, she made the mistake of mentioning them to him. That the students would not speak to him directly, though, he merely took as evidence of their inherent intellectual incompetence. After learning this, she would advise the students merely to speak to him directly in as considered and efficient a way as possible. In time, they stopped coming to her and she felt guilty at her relief.
Married life changed little of her or Snape's routines. They still ate most of their meals in the Great Hall with the rest of the school, and rarely arrived there together, although they worried about that less than they had. He still spoke little during meals, but certainly more to her than anyone else. To those few who did not know them very well, they still made not the slightest bit of sense.
As the term neared its end and the entire faculty was frazzled with the pressure of designing, administering and grading exams, OWLs and NEWTs, Allosia struggled to keep up. More than usual, she wanted to sleep and more than usual she groused about the cold in the dungeons. Snape worried about her, but she didn't have the patience for his concern, noting that it didn't become him.
When Madam Pomfrey cornered her outside the Hall one day, she presumed it was at Snape's request, although, she quickly found she was wrong.
"When are you going to tell him?" she asked with a grin.
Allosia, exhausted and cranky, responded with "What are you talking about, Poppy?"
Pomfrey fixed her with an incredulous stare. "I'm a witch and a nurse, don't give me that nonsense."
Allosia sighed. "I don't technically wake up until after noon. What?"
"My girl, you are pregnant, and I can't for the life of me figure out why you're so hell bent on ignoring that fact."
Allosia opened her mouth and closed it again, before looking at Pomfrey quizzically. Eventually she managed to say, "Oh."
"Come by the hospital wing later, we'll make sure," Pomfrey said and bounded away.
Snape came up to Allosia just as the nurse left. "What was that about?" he asked, squinting at her.
Allosia realized she didn't have the slightest idea how to respond. "She wants me to come by for some tests is all, see what this malaise is about."
Snape looked at her quizzically, knowing he wasn't getting the full story. "When you decide to let me know what that was really about, you know where to find me," and he swept into the hall ahead of her.
Allosia didn't follow him immediately, taking a moment instead to try to get a handle on the possibilities. She knew she might well go to sleep that night in a life other than the one she had woken up in.
All things not Allosia or Gabriel belong to JKR.
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After the wedding, Allosia was confronted by the annoying reality that she was in many ways Snape's public face. Students with problems in his classes kept coming to her for help or intercession. At first, she made the mistake of mentioning them to him. That the students would not speak to him directly, though, he merely took as evidence of their inherent intellectual incompetence. After learning this, she would advise the students merely to speak to him directly in as considered and efficient a way as possible. In time, they stopped coming to her and she felt guilty at her relief.
Married life changed little of her or Snape's routines. They still ate most of their meals in the Great Hall with the rest of the school, and rarely arrived there together, although they worried about that less than they had. He still spoke little during meals, but certainly more to her than anyone else. To those few who did not know them very well, they still made not the slightest bit of sense.
As the term neared its end and the entire faculty was frazzled with the pressure of designing, administering and grading exams, OWLs and NEWTs, Allosia struggled to keep up. More than usual, she wanted to sleep and more than usual she groused about the cold in the dungeons. Snape worried about her, but she didn't have the patience for his concern, noting that it didn't become him.
When Madam Pomfrey cornered her outside the Hall one day, she presumed it was at Snape's request, although, she quickly found she was wrong.
"When are you going to tell him?" she asked with a grin.
Allosia, exhausted and cranky, responded with "What are you talking about, Poppy?"
Pomfrey fixed her with an incredulous stare. "I'm a witch and a nurse, don't give me that nonsense."
Allosia sighed. "I don't technically wake up until after noon. What?"
"My girl, you are pregnant, and I can't for the life of me figure out why you're so hell bent on ignoring that fact."
Allosia opened her mouth and closed it again, before looking at Pomfrey quizzically. Eventually she managed to say, "Oh."
"Come by the hospital wing later, we'll make sure," Pomfrey said and bounded away.
Snape came up to Allosia just as the nurse left. "What was that about?" he asked, squinting at her.
Allosia realized she didn't have the slightest idea how to respond. "She wants me to come by for some tests is all, see what this malaise is about."
Snape looked at her quizzically, knowing he wasn't getting the full story. "When you decide to let me know what that was really about, you know where to find me," and he swept into the hall ahead of her.
Allosia didn't follow him immediately, taking a moment instead to try to get a handle on the possibilities. She knew she might well go to sleep that night in a life other than the one she had woken up in.