Chapter 3 Getting Settled
When the taxi arrived at the ruins that Hogwarts appeared to be in Muggle's eyes, Victoria got out. Dragging her suitcase out, she hastily paid the driver. He looked at her with questioning eyes, but said nothing. As she walked away she heard him mumble "Stark raving mad."
Professor Dumbledore met her as she entered the main hall.
"Lovely to see you again!" The twinkle in his eyes was refreshing. "I do appreciate your coming to get us out of such a quandary. Come, I'll take you to your old quarters. Tell me, how have you been?"
They walked up the sweeping staircase, past pictures that watched her curiously. She could hear them whispering. "Great," she thought. "Even the paintings are gossiping about me."
After a quick briefing covering new texts and curriculum (new materials on the living patterns of Red Caps), she was ready for bed. She slipped gratefully under the soft covers and fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
A single ray of sunshine sneaked through the curtains and rested on Victoria's pillow. She groaned inwardly, pulled herself out of bed, and dressed quickly. She would have to face Severus at the staff meeting today. How would he act? How would she act? Pushing the questions aside, she went downstairs.
* * *
No sunshine found its way to Snape's quarters. He made sure all the windows were sufficiently covered at all times, unless it was cloudy outside, he had always been so sensitive to the sun.
Opening his wardrobe he was faced with a sea of black. He pulled out a neatly pressed black robe that was labeled "Friday." Not that it mattered which robe he wore, they were all the same, but it gave him a sense of order.
He had slept fitfully. As he strode up to the Great Hall for breakfast, he caught sight of a familiar brunette head. His insides coiled. So it was true. She had returned.
Victoria seated herself as far away from Snape's place as humanly possible. She saw in her peripheral vision a black-cloaked figure sweep into the room, glance in her general direction, and sit. It was going to be an awkward year. It was a good thing Snape was so misanthropic or she would have gone mad.
They both ate quickly. Or at least, Victoria ate. Snape poked at his food irritably.
With such limited time to prepare her lessons, she didn't know when she'd get another chance to eat, and she was ravenous. Finishing, she strode briskly to her classroom.
If she had eyes on the back of her head, Victoria would have seen an unhappy gaze follow her.
* * *
Yes, I know it is slow going, but I had to bridge the gap! It'll pick up.
A note to Bystander: Yes I realize that he gave in to his desires quickly. The first chapter was intended to be a small ficlet, and I never dreamed of continuing this story. I wrote it at a slumber party and we all wrote fanfics just for the heck of it, I decided to post mine.
******Everyone go read Snakecharmer's Snapefics, they are very good!******
See the pretty button down there? Push it...push it...
When the taxi arrived at the ruins that Hogwarts appeared to be in Muggle's eyes, Victoria got out. Dragging her suitcase out, she hastily paid the driver. He looked at her with questioning eyes, but said nothing. As she walked away she heard him mumble "Stark raving mad."
Professor Dumbledore met her as she entered the main hall.
"Lovely to see you again!" The twinkle in his eyes was refreshing. "I do appreciate your coming to get us out of such a quandary. Come, I'll take you to your old quarters. Tell me, how have you been?"
They walked up the sweeping staircase, past pictures that watched her curiously. She could hear them whispering. "Great," she thought. "Even the paintings are gossiping about me."
After a quick briefing covering new texts and curriculum (new materials on the living patterns of Red Caps), she was ready for bed. She slipped gratefully under the soft covers and fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
A single ray of sunshine sneaked through the curtains and rested on Victoria's pillow. She groaned inwardly, pulled herself out of bed, and dressed quickly. She would have to face Severus at the staff meeting today. How would he act? How would she act? Pushing the questions aside, she went downstairs.
* * *
No sunshine found its way to Snape's quarters. He made sure all the windows were sufficiently covered at all times, unless it was cloudy outside, he had always been so sensitive to the sun.
Opening his wardrobe he was faced with a sea of black. He pulled out a neatly pressed black robe that was labeled "Friday." Not that it mattered which robe he wore, they were all the same, but it gave him a sense of order.
He had slept fitfully. As he strode up to the Great Hall for breakfast, he caught sight of a familiar brunette head. His insides coiled. So it was true. She had returned.
Victoria seated herself as far away from Snape's place as humanly possible. She saw in her peripheral vision a black-cloaked figure sweep into the room, glance in her general direction, and sit. It was going to be an awkward year. It was a good thing Snape was so misanthropic or she would have gone mad.
They both ate quickly. Or at least, Victoria ate. Snape poked at his food irritably.
With such limited time to prepare her lessons, she didn't know when she'd get another chance to eat, and she was ravenous. Finishing, she strode briskly to her classroom.
If she had eyes on the back of her head, Victoria would have seen an unhappy gaze follow her.
* * *
Yes, I know it is slow going, but I had to bridge the gap! It'll pick up.
A note to Bystander: Yes I realize that he gave in to his desires quickly. The first chapter was intended to be a small ficlet, and I never dreamed of continuing this story. I wrote it at a slumber party and we all wrote fanfics just for the heck of it, I decided to post mine.
******Everyone go read Snakecharmer's Snapefics, they are very good!******
See the pretty button down there? Push it...push it...