Chapter Two
That night, Alzan and Gita sat in the lobby of their dormitory. Alzan was sitting on a couch, while Gita half watched a muggle program on TV, and finished a muggle history report on Napoleon.
"So, what do you think of the new chem. teacher?" Gita asked, staring out one of the large glass windows, as she saw him cross the yard.
"He's okay." Alzan shrugged.
"You know…we should wear our good uniforms on Monday."
"Why? He's just a chem. teacher."
"I know you like him." Gita smiled, "And he has the dreamiest name!"
Alzan rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
Gita sighed, moving to sit down on the couch next to her friend, "I heard he taught Harry Potter."
"Big deal. Harry Potter is bighead."
"He was also the head of Slytherin, an ex-death eater, and he did spying for Albus-"
Alzan sucked in a breath, "Gita. If you don't shut up, I will set your hair on fire."
Gita sighed, leaning back on the couch, "Just trying to help."
"I don't want you to help, Gita. I don't want your gossip rumors. I want the truth."
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Severus sighed, kicking off the muggle tennis shoes he wore. He couldn't wait to get the stupid muggle clothing off either. He missed his dragon hide pants, and large robes, and his cloak. Being muggle was tiresome.
He was particularily surprised when there was a brisk knock on the door. Who on earth could be calling at this hour? It was after all almost ten o'clock.
"Good evening Severus." Professor Alaric Alarick (yes, his parent's were a bit boring when naming him) stepped in side of the room, after opening the door.
"Um…Hello." Severus allowed him inside.
"I heard you've already met Alzan."
"For a few moments, yes." Severus watched the man circle the room, touching various knick knacks that had been located around the room when he had arrived.
He paused, "I would advise you to stay away from her, Severus. She's trouble, that one."
"Thank you for the input, Alaric, but I think I can take care of myself."
Alaric crossed his arms, "I'm sure you are, Severus. I'm just giving you fair warning…that's she no were near being muggle. She's a witch, whither she knows the craft or not. Her father chose for her not to use her powers…perhaps that was dangerous on his part…but beware…She is very powerful."
"Like I said. I can take care of myself."
Alarick shrugged, "Whatever you will."
Severus watched as the man walked from the room.
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The next morning, a brisk knocking on the door awaked Severus; he looked at the clock. What crazy fool was waking him up at 6:30 in the morning?
"Excuse me…Professor Severus?" The voice was softly sweet, "Could I have a word with you?"
Severus chose not to reply. Perhaps the insane student would…go away? He could only hope for the best.
There was another knock, "Excuse me…Professor…but if you don't open this door, you will give me no choice but to-" the voice was suddenly in the room, "apperate."
Severus now groaned inwardly; as Alzan plopped herself down on the edge of his bed, behind him, "Remind me again…how old are you?"
"Oh, I dunno…sixteen, seventeen, something like that. Anyway! I really need to talk to you."
"Can't this way? It's not even seven."
"Well, I'm awake at five."
"Yes, well that's nice." He pulled the covers up over his head, but a few moments later found it difficult to breath.
"Anyway." Alzan leaned on his hip, pushing her bony elbow into him, "Like I was saying, I need to ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"I want you to teach me magic."
"Then go to Hogwarts. I'm only a chemistry professor."
"Severus! Your so much more then a chemistry professor! I'll bet you don't even know a thing ABOUT chemistry! You'll have us writing pages and pages of reports, and doing pages and pages of work sheets, because you-"
"Go away." Severus pulled the pillow over his head, leaving a bit of space open for air.
"No can do." She leaned down, putting her arms around him, pressing her cheek into his shoulder, "Please Professor? I'm begging you?" her please was long, and strung out.
Severus sighed. His conscious told him to take no pity on the girl. That there was no way he could teach her magic. Hell! He wasn't even very good at it! Oh sure, the dark arts, and potions. IN those area's he was practically a genius! Other areas? Ha! Don't count on much! Of course…Severus rarely listened to his conscious, "Fine…But only if you stop touching me."
"Thank you SO MUCH, Professor!" She hugged him tighter.
"Hands off, please." He plucked her fingers from him.
"Oh yes…" She sat up, "Sorry."
"Alright…you've completely wasted a half hour of my life, and now I have to get up."
"I apologize, Severus." Alzan smiled, leaning forward to hug him again, "Thank you SO much!"
"You're welcome, but please stop touching me."
"Sorry."
"Yes, well…what day is it?"
"Saturday." Alzan smiled more broadly.
"Yes, well then…It's off to the Diagon Alley."
"When do we leave?" Alzan seemed almost giddy to be going.
"Give me enough time to shower, and dress…perhaps shave."
"I like your five o'clock shadow." Alzan smiled.
"Yes, will I don't like being coarse upon my face, so…if you would kindly leave-"
"But-"
"We won't be doing anything today, unless I shower."
"Can I watch?" She mercifully flirted.
"Miss…"
"Lee. Alzan Lee."
"Miss Lee…I am to be your chemistry professor. You are to be my student. The least amount of clothing we should see each other in, is perhaps a swim uniform, under odd…Anyway! We are NOT to see each other, under ANY circumstances, naked."
"Your no fun." Alzan pouted, "Anyway, I'll leave, and meet you outside in…half an hour?"
"Make it an hour."
"How long does it take-"
"Miss Lee…I am not a patient man. Please just get out."
"I'm going!" She got up from the bed, and disappeared with a pop.
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"I trust everything is in order, Mr. Snape?" the clerk goblin at Gringrott's bank asked, as the stood in front of his bank fault, which lucky for him was one of those on the ground floor.
"Yes, sorry." He forced a tight smile, before sticking the key into the lock, and pulling it open. Next to him, Alzan tapped her foot impatiently. He sighed, shoving galleons, sickles, and knuts into his small coin bag.
"That's it for now, thank you." He nodded curtly at the goblin, which then shut his vault, and re-locked it with the master key.
"Now where are we off to?" Alzan asked, followed him closely.
"Ollivander's."
"What's that?"
"The wand shop."
Alzan stopped, "I get a wand?"
"Yes. And I don't understand how you can apperate without one."
Alzan shrugged, "So, where is this Ollivander chap's shop?"
"Last one on the street."
"Aren't there other things we can stop and get on the way there?"
"Well, we don't know how long it will take for a wand to choose you. My sister was in there for an hour-"
"You have a sister?"
"Yes." He replied, being quite short with her, "Anyway, she was inside for nearly an hour, before she got any reaction from any of the wands."
"The wand chose her?"
"You'll understand when we get there."
A few minutes later, Severus pushed open a shabby shop, "Come along."
"Ah…Severus Snape…" Mr. Ollivander stood behind the counter, "You bring a friend…Alzan…Lee?"
"This IS Alzan…we're wand shopping. For her." Snape told the old man. For some reason, he always wanted to sell HIM a wand. He always told him, he was quite all right with the one he had.
"I think I may have just the wand for you, young lady." He got down from behind the desk, and hurried over to the back shelf, and up a rickety ladder, pulling a very old looking box from the shelf, "Fourteen inches…oak…with a combination of Unicorn hair, and dragon heartstring. Very good for defense, I might say…" He lovingly handed her the wand.
As soon as the wood touched her fingers, she felt a warmth flood through them, and a sudden shower of green, and gold sprouted from the end.
"Bravo! I do love customers who know what they want!" He took the wand back from her, and boxed it, "What about you Severus? How is your wand? Do-"
"My wand is fine, Mr. Ollivander." Severus nodded, "That will be all."
"Seven galleons." Mr. Ollivander smiled at Alzan.
She reached into her pockets for a handful of the golden coins, and counted out seven of them, "Where to next, Sevvie?"
Severus rolled his eyes, while Mr. Ollivander looked on in amusement, "You will address me as Severus, or Professor Snape…Not Sevvie."
"Alright Severus. Where to next?"
"Flourish and Blotts." Severus held the door open for her.
"What's there?" She asked, waving good bye to Mr. Ollivander.
"Books."
"Ah."
Severus led her down the crowded street, and she followed him into the large bookshop.
"Here is a list of books your going to need…I'll be over there." He handed her the slip of paper.
Alzan watched him walk away, before looking down at the list. Most of them were beginner's spell books. She sighed, but went to find the books.
Severus went off in the opposite direction, and began to look for a book on chemistry. Although he knew he would probably have had more luck in a muggle shop…Muggles annoyed him, so he dealt with them as little as possible.
A few minutes later, Alzan stood behind him, and shoved a book in his face, "Doesn't this look like fun?"
It took him a moment to comprehend what it was she was showing him. 212 Sexual Positions for Wizards and Witches.
"Um...No." He brushed the book aside, "Where did you get that?"
"In the erotic section."
"I didn't know this store HAD an erotic section."
"Well they do now."
"Go put it back." Severus sighed.
"Oh Sevvie…don't you like premarital bump-bumps?"
He raised an eyebrow, amazed that he knew she was asking if he liked sex, "I've told you before not to call me Sevvie." He spoke the name with distaste.
"Sorry about that." She smiled, "Don't you want to find the two hundred and twelve ways to have sex?"
"There are three ways of having sex, Alzan. Thousands of positions to do them in."
"How many to you know?" She asked, whispering in his ear.
"I am NOT having this conversation with you."
"I think you are."
"Go put the book away."
"No. I think I'll buy it."
"I forbid you from buying that."
"It's my money."
"I don't care. As your PROFESSOR, I-"
"I am buying it, Sev. Look at it as…a broadened sex ed. Class."
"They have classes for that?"
Alzan giggled, "Oh yea.."
That night, Alzan and Gita sat in the lobby of their dormitory. Alzan was sitting on a couch, while Gita half watched a muggle program on TV, and finished a muggle history report on Napoleon.
"So, what do you think of the new chem. teacher?" Gita asked, staring out one of the large glass windows, as she saw him cross the yard.
"He's okay." Alzan shrugged.
"You know…we should wear our good uniforms on Monday."
"Why? He's just a chem. teacher."
"I know you like him." Gita smiled, "And he has the dreamiest name!"
Alzan rolled her eyes, "Whatever."
Gita sighed, moving to sit down on the couch next to her friend, "I heard he taught Harry Potter."
"Big deal. Harry Potter is bighead."
"He was also the head of Slytherin, an ex-death eater, and he did spying for Albus-"
Alzan sucked in a breath, "Gita. If you don't shut up, I will set your hair on fire."
Gita sighed, leaning back on the couch, "Just trying to help."
"I don't want you to help, Gita. I don't want your gossip rumors. I want the truth."
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Severus sighed, kicking off the muggle tennis shoes he wore. He couldn't wait to get the stupid muggle clothing off either. He missed his dragon hide pants, and large robes, and his cloak. Being muggle was tiresome.
He was particularily surprised when there was a brisk knock on the door. Who on earth could be calling at this hour? It was after all almost ten o'clock.
"Good evening Severus." Professor Alaric Alarick (yes, his parent's were a bit boring when naming him) stepped in side of the room, after opening the door.
"Um…Hello." Severus allowed him inside.
"I heard you've already met Alzan."
"For a few moments, yes." Severus watched the man circle the room, touching various knick knacks that had been located around the room when he had arrived.
He paused, "I would advise you to stay away from her, Severus. She's trouble, that one."
"Thank you for the input, Alaric, but I think I can take care of myself."
Alaric crossed his arms, "I'm sure you are, Severus. I'm just giving you fair warning…that's she no were near being muggle. She's a witch, whither she knows the craft or not. Her father chose for her not to use her powers…perhaps that was dangerous on his part…but beware…She is very powerful."
"Like I said. I can take care of myself."
Alarick shrugged, "Whatever you will."
Severus watched as the man walked from the room.
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The next morning, a brisk knocking on the door awaked Severus; he looked at the clock. What crazy fool was waking him up at 6:30 in the morning?
"Excuse me…Professor Severus?" The voice was softly sweet, "Could I have a word with you?"
Severus chose not to reply. Perhaps the insane student would…go away? He could only hope for the best.
There was another knock, "Excuse me…Professor…but if you don't open this door, you will give me no choice but to-" the voice was suddenly in the room, "apperate."
Severus now groaned inwardly; as Alzan plopped herself down on the edge of his bed, behind him, "Remind me again…how old are you?"
"Oh, I dunno…sixteen, seventeen, something like that. Anyway! I really need to talk to you."
"Can't this way? It's not even seven."
"Well, I'm awake at five."
"Yes, well that's nice." He pulled the covers up over his head, but a few moments later found it difficult to breath.
"Anyway." Alzan leaned on his hip, pushing her bony elbow into him, "Like I was saying, I need to ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"I want you to teach me magic."
"Then go to Hogwarts. I'm only a chemistry professor."
"Severus! Your so much more then a chemistry professor! I'll bet you don't even know a thing ABOUT chemistry! You'll have us writing pages and pages of reports, and doing pages and pages of work sheets, because you-"
"Go away." Severus pulled the pillow over his head, leaving a bit of space open for air.
"No can do." She leaned down, putting her arms around him, pressing her cheek into his shoulder, "Please Professor? I'm begging you?" her please was long, and strung out.
Severus sighed. His conscious told him to take no pity on the girl. That there was no way he could teach her magic. Hell! He wasn't even very good at it! Oh sure, the dark arts, and potions. IN those area's he was practically a genius! Other areas? Ha! Don't count on much! Of course…Severus rarely listened to his conscious, "Fine…But only if you stop touching me."
"Thank you SO MUCH, Professor!" She hugged him tighter.
"Hands off, please." He plucked her fingers from him.
"Oh yes…" She sat up, "Sorry."
"Alright…you've completely wasted a half hour of my life, and now I have to get up."
"I apologize, Severus." Alzan smiled, leaning forward to hug him again, "Thank you SO much!"
"You're welcome, but please stop touching me."
"Sorry."
"Yes, well…what day is it?"
"Saturday." Alzan smiled more broadly.
"Yes, well then…It's off to the Diagon Alley."
"When do we leave?" Alzan seemed almost giddy to be going.
"Give me enough time to shower, and dress…perhaps shave."
"I like your five o'clock shadow." Alzan smiled.
"Yes, will I don't like being coarse upon my face, so…if you would kindly leave-"
"But-"
"We won't be doing anything today, unless I shower."
"Can I watch?" She mercifully flirted.
"Miss…"
"Lee. Alzan Lee."
"Miss Lee…I am to be your chemistry professor. You are to be my student. The least amount of clothing we should see each other in, is perhaps a swim uniform, under odd…Anyway! We are NOT to see each other, under ANY circumstances, naked."
"Your no fun." Alzan pouted, "Anyway, I'll leave, and meet you outside in…half an hour?"
"Make it an hour."
"How long does it take-"
"Miss Lee…I am not a patient man. Please just get out."
"I'm going!" She got up from the bed, and disappeared with a pop.
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"I trust everything is in order, Mr. Snape?" the clerk goblin at Gringrott's bank asked, as the stood in front of his bank fault, which lucky for him was one of those on the ground floor.
"Yes, sorry." He forced a tight smile, before sticking the key into the lock, and pulling it open. Next to him, Alzan tapped her foot impatiently. He sighed, shoving galleons, sickles, and knuts into his small coin bag.
"That's it for now, thank you." He nodded curtly at the goblin, which then shut his vault, and re-locked it with the master key.
"Now where are we off to?" Alzan asked, followed him closely.
"Ollivander's."
"What's that?"
"The wand shop."
Alzan stopped, "I get a wand?"
"Yes. And I don't understand how you can apperate without one."
Alzan shrugged, "So, where is this Ollivander chap's shop?"
"Last one on the street."
"Aren't there other things we can stop and get on the way there?"
"Well, we don't know how long it will take for a wand to choose you. My sister was in there for an hour-"
"You have a sister?"
"Yes." He replied, being quite short with her, "Anyway, she was inside for nearly an hour, before she got any reaction from any of the wands."
"The wand chose her?"
"You'll understand when we get there."
A few minutes later, Severus pushed open a shabby shop, "Come along."
"Ah…Severus Snape…" Mr. Ollivander stood behind the counter, "You bring a friend…Alzan…Lee?"
"This IS Alzan…we're wand shopping. For her." Snape told the old man. For some reason, he always wanted to sell HIM a wand. He always told him, he was quite all right with the one he had.
"I think I may have just the wand for you, young lady." He got down from behind the desk, and hurried over to the back shelf, and up a rickety ladder, pulling a very old looking box from the shelf, "Fourteen inches…oak…with a combination of Unicorn hair, and dragon heartstring. Very good for defense, I might say…" He lovingly handed her the wand.
As soon as the wood touched her fingers, she felt a warmth flood through them, and a sudden shower of green, and gold sprouted from the end.
"Bravo! I do love customers who know what they want!" He took the wand back from her, and boxed it, "What about you Severus? How is your wand? Do-"
"My wand is fine, Mr. Ollivander." Severus nodded, "That will be all."
"Seven galleons." Mr. Ollivander smiled at Alzan.
She reached into her pockets for a handful of the golden coins, and counted out seven of them, "Where to next, Sevvie?"
Severus rolled his eyes, while Mr. Ollivander looked on in amusement, "You will address me as Severus, or Professor Snape…Not Sevvie."
"Alright Severus. Where to next?"
"Flourish and Blotts." Severus held the door open for her.
"What's there?" She asked, waving good bye to Mr. Ollivander.
"Books."
"Ah."
Severus led her down the crowded street, and she followed him into the large bookshop.
"Here is a list of books your going to need…I'll be over there." He handed her the slip of paper.
Alzan watched him walk away, before looking down at the list. Most of them were beginner's spell books. She sighed, but went to find the books.
Severus went off in the opposite direction, and began to look for a book on chemistry. Although he knew he would probably have had more luck in a muggle shop…Muggles annoyed him, so he dealt with them as little as possible.
A few minutes later, Alzan stood behind him, and shoved a book in his face, "Doesn't this look like fun?"
It took him a moment to comprehend what it was she was showing him. 212 Sexual Positions for Wizards and Witches.
"Um...No." He brushed the book aside, "Where did you get that?"
"In the erotic section."
"I didn't know this store HAD an erotic section."
"Well they do now."
"Go put it back." Severus sighed.
"Oh Sevvie…don't you like premarital bump-bumps?"
He raised an eyebrow, amazed that he knew she was asking if he liked sex, "I've told you before not to call me Sevvie." He spoke the name with distaste.
"Sorry about that." She smiled, "Don't you want to find the two hundred and twelve ways to have sex?"
"There are three ways of having sex, Alzan. Thousands of positions to do them in."
"How many to you know?" She asked, whispering in his ear.
"I am NOT having this conversation with you."
"I think you are."
"Go put the book away."
"No. I think I'll buy it."
"I forbid you from buying that."
"It's my money."
"I don't care. As your PROFESSOR, I-"
"I am buying it, Sev. Look at it as…a broadened sex ed. Class."
"They have classes for that?"
Alzan giggled, "Oh yea.."