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Becky got up from her sobbing session on her sofa and went to the bathroom. She splashed
some cold water onto her face to help bring down the puffiness of her eyes. She had cried for an
hour after the incident with Severus. I guess he just doesn't love me, she thought, now what am I
going to do when I have to face him at dinner. Becky toweled her face dry and gazed up at the
ceiling as though it was going to give her a solution to her disconsolate troubles with love.
Becky then sighed an utter sigh up discontent and walked out of the bathroom. She went to her
mirror to glance at herself to see how disheveled she must look.
When she stared at her unappealing reflection, the mirror said bluntly, "Deary, you look
terrible."
Becky glared at mirror and grumbled, "Thanks for bringing it to my attention." Unfortunately,
Becky's moping left her hair at disarray and her face was still considerably red and puffy. And to
make it even worse, if that was possible, her nose was runny and irritated from the numerous times
of blowing it. Becky sighed again and grabbed her brush that was sitting on the dresser next to
the mirror.
She started to pull it through her tangled hair when the mirror suggested, "Why don't you
wear a nice dress, tonight."
Becky raised her eyebrow a fraction of an inch and rebutted, "Why? What's the point?"
"Well, you do have a mate now, don't you?" the mirror consulted giggling with delight.
Becky frowned and stopped brushing her hair.
"I'm not so sure, now," she responded quietly, more to herself than of the mirror.
She then set the brush back down and tied her hair back in a ponytail.
The mirror didn't seem to be affected by Becky's depressing answer, and erupted
cheerfully, "How about your dazzling aqua dress!"
he closet burst open and the dress came floating out in mid air toward Becky.
"Can't I just wear some carpenter pants and a white t-shirt?" Becky asked the mirror like
it was her mother. The mirror looked at Becky as though she had just suggested to go nude.
"Oh my!" the mirror exclaimed. "How could you say such a thing. A pretty girl like you?
Dressed in carpenter pants and a t-shirt?! You've got to be out of you mind!"
Becky was beginning to get irritated by the mirror.
"Whatever..," she murmured.
"So you'll wear the dress!?" the mirror asked with mirth.
"No," she said slowly. "I'm going to wear regular clothes like everybody else."
The mirror sighed and started to fake cry. Becky was going to lose her mind if it didn't
stop. Come on, how many times in your life had your furniture cried because you said you wouldn't
wear a stupid dress? Becky then had enough.
"Fine!" she yelled. "I'll wear the stupid thing!"
The mirror jumped up happily and almost broke the mirror part when she landed.
"But only because I would have gone nuts if you didn't stop that stupid fake crying!"
The mirror frowned at Becky for only a second, and then returned to her normal, annoying
self.
"Quick, put it on! You only have 20 minutes until dinner!"
Becky seized the dress that was floating in mid-air, and ran to the bathroom. When she
returned, the mirror gasped in awe. Becky walked over to look at herself. When she gazed in the
mirror, staring back at her was a very gorgeous woman. The aqua dress went down to her ankles and
the sparkles glittered like the stars in the night sky. The neckline was elegantly low. Low enough
to show of the very top of her bosom. The dress accentuated her body very favorably. Her curly
lock that were tied back in a ponytail, now cascaded down to her shoulders.
"You look breathtaking, Becky," the mirror said with gaiety.
Becky smirked and said with sarcasm, "Yeah. I'm a real doll."
The mirror laughed and said, "You're so much like him."
"Who?" Becky asked dumbly. Only one other person in the school was as sarcastic as she was.
"Why your man, of course!" the furniture vociferated.
Becky frowned sadly,"I see."
She then turned away from the mirror and walked out the door. She glided down the corridor
toward the Great Hall. Her rooms were in the dungeons last month, but she decided to move up to
the ground level. It was too cold in that part of the castle. When she arrived at the Great Hall,
she took a deep breath, and walked inside. While she elapsed down the middle of the hall toward
the Head Table, everybody turned to her. Becky cheeks flamed a bright red until she realized
everybody else in the hall was dressed up too. It seems as though there is a dance tonight.
Becky relaxed a bit, but then noticed that she was the most dressed up out of all the staff and
students. She felt very out of place. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally reached her
seat. Unluckily, Becky failed to see who she had sat next to.
Severus gawked at the angelic goddess sitting peacefully next to him. She looked resplendent tonight.
He, of course, was in his usual plain, black, work robes. Keep it together, Severus, he thought, you
don't want to have that certain physical reaction right in the beginning of dinner. While Becky was
letting the students and staff have a look at American dentistry at its finest , Severus was shifting
rather uncomfortably in his chair. He then regained his smooth, sardonic self.
"You look ravishing, Becky," he purred in her ear.
He saw her jump in her seat and turn her delicate face toward him. She looked... was it
frightened? Severus tried again.
" You look like some a pagan goddess," Severus murmured deeply, "with that passionate mouth
and those eyes flickering with starfire."
Becky smirked and Severus added, "What's the occasion?" he looked her up and down, his eyes
locked on her golden necklace, or was he looking lower than that?. He then brought his deep, firing,
black eyes to meet with her dazzling, grey ones.
He continued, " I was aware that this was just a simple school dance. Is it not?"
Becky cleared her throat and gulped. "I..uh..,"
Severus raised an eyebrow and regarded her with amusement. Becky wouldn't let him get diversion
by her stuttering, so she gathered up her strength and looked him in the eye with courage.
"My mirror forced me to wear it."
Severus chuckled deeply and sensuously which made Becky shiver with excitement.
"I didn't know that you yielded to your furniture so obediently when they told you to do
something."
That was the last straw. He was drawing her in like a fish on a hook.
She wouldn't let him, "Your head is as full of insults, as an egg is full of meat."
Severus' eyebrows furrowed and he replied, "You don't know the meaning of 'insult'- but then
again you don't know the meaning of most words."
Becky then shot right back, "Don't let your mind wander. It's far too small to be let out on
its own."
Severus nostrils flared. He was thinking of something to say back. But before he could, Becky
pushed him overboard.
"You always find yourself lost in thought- it's an unfamiliar territory."
Severus then stood up quickly and grabbed Becky's arm. He pulled her gruffly toward the door
to the lounge on the side of the hall. The students and staff watched asthe two made their way uneasily
toward the door. When Severus got there he slammed the door open and threw her in. She wished she didn't
insult him, she should just have kept her mouth shut. She waited while he secured the door shut. He then
turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. He walked up to her quickly and before she could apologize, he
caught her lips with his in a hotheaded, impetuous kiss.
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Becky got up from her sobbing session on her sofa and went to the bathroom. She splashed
some cold water onto her face to help bring down the puffiness of her eyes. She had cried for an
hour after the incident with Severus. I guess he just doesn't love me, she thought, now what am I
going to do when I have to face him at dinner. Becky toweled her face dry and gazed up at the
ceiling as though it was going to give her a solution to her disconsolate troubles with love.
Becky then sighed an utter sigh up discontent and walked out of the bathroom. She went to her
mirror to glance at herself to see how disheveled she must look.
When she stared at her unappealing reflection, the mirror said bluntly, "Deary, you look
terrible."
Becky glared at mirror and grumbled, "Thanks for bringing it to my attention." Unfortunately,
Becky's moping left her hair at disarray and her face was still considerably red and puffy. And to
make it even worse, if that was possible, her nose was runny and irritated from the numerous times
of blowing it. Becky sighed again and grabbed her brush that was sitting on the dresser next to
the mirror.
She started to pull it through her tangled hair when the mirror suggested, "Why don't you
wear a nice dress, tonight."
Becky raised her eyebrow a fraction of an inch and rebutted, "Why? What's the point?"
"Well, you do have a mate now, don't you?" the mirror consulted giggling with delight.
Becky frowned and stopped brushing her hair.
"I'm not so sure, now," she responded quietly, more to herself than of the mirror.
She then set the brush back down and tied her hair back in a ponytail.
The mirror didn't seem to be affected by Becky's depressing answer, and erupted
cheerfully, "How about your dazzling aqua dress!"
he closet burst open and the dress came floating out in mid air toward Becky.
"Can't I just wear some carpenter pants and a white t-shirt?" Becky asked the mirror like
it was her mother. The mirror looked at Becky as though she had just suggested to go nude.
"Oh my!" the mirror exclaimed. "How could you say such a thing. A pretty girl like you?
Dressed in carpenter pants and a t-shirt?! You've got to be out of you mind!"
Becky was beginning to get irritated by the mirror.
"Whatever..," she murmured.
"So you'll wear the dress!?" the mirror asked with mirth.
"No," she said slowly. "I'm going to wear regular clothes like everybody else."
The mirror sighed and started to fake cry. Becky was going to lose her mind if it didn't
stop. Come on, how many times in your life had your furniture cried because you said you wouldn't
wear a stupid dress? Becky then had enough.
"Fine!" she yelled. "I'll wear the stupid thing!"
The mirror jumped up happily and almost broke the mirror part when she landed.
"But only because I would have gone nuts if you didn't stop that stupid fake crying!"
The mirror frowned at Becky for only a second, and then returned to her normal, annoying
self.
"Quick, put it on! You only have 20 minutes until dinner!"
Becky seized the dress that was floating in mid-air, and ran to the bathroom. When she
returned, the mirror gasped in awe. Becky walked over to look at herself. When she gazed in the
mirror, staring back at her was a very gorgeous woman. The aqua dress went down to her ankles and
the sparkles glittered like the stars in the night sky. The neckline was elegantly low. Low enough
to show of the very top of her bosom. The dress accentuated her body very favorably. Her curly
lock that were tied back in a ponytail, now cascaded down to her shoulders.
"You look breathtaking, Becky," the mirror said with gaiety.
Becky smirked and said with sarcasm, "Yeah. I'm a real doll."
The mirror laughed and said, "You're so much like him."
"Who?" Becky asked dumbly. Only one other person in the school was as sarcastic as she was.
"Why your man, of course!" the furniture vociferated.
Becky frowned sadly,"I see."
She then turned away from the mirror and walked out the door. She glided down the corridor
toward the Great Hall. Her rooms were in the dungeons last month, but she decided to move up to
the ground level. It was too cold in that part of the castle. When she arrived at the Great Hall,
she took a deep breath, and walked inside. While she elapsed down the middle of the hall toward
the Head Table, everybody turned to her. Becky cheeks flamed a bright red until she realized
everybody else in the hall was dressed up too. It seems as though there is a dance tonight.
Becky relaxed a bit, but then noticed that she was the most dressed up out of all the staff and
students. She felt very out of place. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally reached her
seat. Unluckily, Becky failed to see who she had sat next to.
Severus gawked at the angelic goddess sitting peacefully next to him. She looked resplendent tonight.
He, of course, was in his usual plain, black, work robes. Keep it together, Severus, he thought, you
don't want to have that certain physical reaction right in the beginning of dinner. While Becky was
letting the students and staff have a look at American dentistry at its finest , Severus was shifting
rather uncomfortably in his chair. He then regained his smooth, sardonic self.
"You look ravishing, Becky," he purred in her ear.
He saw her jump in her seat and turn her delicate face toward him. She looked... was it
frightened? Severus tried again.
" You look like some a pagan goddess," Severus murmured deeply, "with that passionate mouth
and those eyes flickering with starfire."
Becky smirked and Severus added, "What's the occasion?" he looked her up and down, his eyes
locked on her golden necklace, or was he looking lower than that?. He then brought his deep, firing,
black eyes to meet with her dazzling, grey ones.
He continued, " I was aware that this was just a simple school dance. Is it not?"
Becky cleared her throat and gulped. "I..uh..,"
Severus raised an eyebrow and regarded her with amusement. Becky wouldn't let him get diversion
by her stuttering, so she gathered up her strength and looked him in the eye with courage.
"My mirror forced me to wear it."
Severus chuckled deeply and sensuously which made Becky shiver with excitement.
"I didn't know that you yielded to your furniture so obediently when they told you to do
something."
That was the last straw. He was drawing her in like a fish on a hook.
She wouldn't let him, "Your head is as full of insults, as an egg is full of meat."
Severus' eyebrows furrowed and he replied, "You don't know the meaning of 'insult'- but then
again you don't know the meaning of most words."
Becky then shot right back, "Don't let your mind wander. It's far too small to be let out on
its own."
Severus nostrils flared. He was thinking of something to say back. But before he could, Becky
pushed him overboard.
"You always find yourself lost in thought- it's an unfamiliar territory."
Severus then stood up quickly and grabbed Becky's arm. He pulled her gruffly toward the door
to the lounge on the side of the hall. The students and staff watched asthe two made their way uneasily
toward the door. When Severus got there he slammed the door open and threw her in. She wished she didn't
insult him, she should just have kept her mouth shut. She waited while he secured the door shut. He then
turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. He walked up to her quickly and before she could apologize, he
caught her lips with his in a hotheaded, impetuous kiss.
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