Demarga was up early the next morning - whether from nerves of having her
first class, or some other reason, she was up with the sun. Having done all
the prepping she needed for the first day of school, she decided to take a
look at the teacher's lounge - she'd been unable to in the past few days.
Finding the right door, she turned the knob and entered - and was surprised to see another teacher sitting on the couch. Demarga arched an eyebrow, and sat across from the teacher - the same one, she noted who'd stared at her the night before.
"Morning," she said casually. Snape creased his brows, a very confused look on his face. "Excuse me?"
"I said-" Demarga paused, and blushed a bit. The words had come out in Gaelic; she was used to speaking in her own tongue - it was hard to speak so that these Britons could understand her.
"I said, morning," she spoke, switching to the strange, choppy English language.
"Oh." He made no other reply besides. Demarga sighed, and stood to slip off her coat. She turned toward the wardrobe when he spoke again.
"Dumbledore never mentioned your name." She turned in surprise, and smiled.
"Ildder. Demarga." She paused a moment to look him up and down. "Call me Dem."
"Ildder will suffice."
Demarga smiled wryly. "For you, then, I guess it will. And you are? I'm afraid I wasn't introduced to the entire faculty."
"Snape." His answers were all short, so it seemed.
"Any first name, to go with that? I'm pretty sure that *most* of the English have at least two names."
Snape glared. "Severus Snape, if you must know. You will address me as Snape."
"I will?" Demarga asked. "And who are you, to tell me what to say?"
He eyed her up and down, a scowl on his face. "I'm so sorry, madam, let me rephrase that for you to understand." His voice was sarcastic, and he paused, piling on a heavy Scottish accent when he next spoke. "I'd like you to address me as Snape."
Demarga's jaw clenched. "Snape? Why, not Severus? No, wait - how about 'Sevy?' Yes, yes, that name fits you *much* better."
He rose from his seat, and stood glaring at her. Demarga smirked, and turned to put her coat in the wardrobe.
"I'm the Potions teacher." He told her as her back was turned. She didn't know whether to take that as a threat or not.
"Well, that's lovely for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, *Sevy* I'll be heading towards my first class now." She smirked, and left the room, leaving hungry eyes to stare after her.
Finding the right door, she turned the knob and entered - and was surprised to see another teacher sitting on the couch. Demarga arched an eyebrow, and sat across from the teacher - the same one, she noted who'd stared at her the night before.
"Morning," she said casually. Snape creased his brows, a very confused look on his face. "Excuse me?"
"I said-" Demarga paused, and blushed a bit. The words had come out in Gaelic; she was used to speaking in her own tongue - it was hard to speak so that these Britons could understand her.
"I said, morning," she spoke, switching to the strange, choppy English language.
"Oh." He made no other reply besides. Demarga sighed, and stood to slip off her coat. She turned toward the wardrobe when he spoke again.
"Dumbledore never mentioned your name." She turned in surprise, and smiled.
"Ildder. Demarga." She paused a moment to look him up and down. "Call me Dem."
"Ildder will suffice."
Demarga smiled wryly. "For you, then, I guess it will. And you are? I'm afraid I wasn't introduced to the entire faculty."
"Snape." His answers were all short, so it seemed.
"Any first name, to go with that? I'm pretty sure that *most* of the English have at least two names."
Snape glared. "Severus Snape, if you must know. You will address me as Snape."
"I will?" Demarga asked. "And who are you, to tell me what to say?"
He eyed her up and down, a scowl on his face. "I'm so sorry, madam, let me rephrase that for you to understand." His voice was sarcastic, and he paused, piling on a heavy Scottish accent when he next spoke. "I'd like you to address me as Snape."
Demarga's jaw clenched. "Snape? Why, not Severus? No, wait - how about 'Sevy?' Yes, yes, that name fits you *much* better."
He rose from his seat, and stood glaring at her. Demarga smirked, and turned to put her coat in the wardrobe.
"I'm the Potions teacher." He told her as her back was turned. She didn't know whether to take that as a threat or not.
"Well, that's lovely for you. Now, if you'll excuse me, *Sevy* I'll be heading towards my first class now." She smirked, and left the room, leaving hungry eyes to stare after her.