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Becky walked to the railing and leaned on it, gazing out into the dark hedges, full of
students who were either kissing or taking walks. It was usually Severus' job to find them, yell
at them, and deduct points from their houses.
Becky then heard footsteps approach from behind her. She wished it wasn't Alan. He had
just acted like a total bastard! Earlier he was a charming gentlemen, then he suddenly acted...
well... normal. He didn't speak in poetic form like he did when he was around Severus. Becky had
a feeling he just acted poetic to make Severus feel lower than him. What a creep, she thought,
Severus can be just as poetic!
The person who had approached her was now standing next to her, staring out into the hedges
like she was. She looked to see who it was from the corner of her left eye and saw that it was
Albus. She sighed with relief and turned her head fully to acknowledge him with a big, sweet
smile. He beamed back, his eyes glittering maddeningly.
"What do you think of Professor Kolenkov?" he asked with glee.
Becky smiled and started, "He's...," a bastard, she thought. Then lied quickly when she
realized she hadn't said anything yet, "nice."
Becky could tell Dumbledore didn't believe her.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Then I gather you wouldn't mind to escort him to his rooms?"
Becky sighed inwardly. "I suppose," she replied slowly. "When did he want me to show him
where they are?"
"Now would be pleasant," a voice said from the balcony entrance doors.
Becky turned around and saw the fake-poetic professor standing there. Boy, did she want
to smack that evil smirk off he had on his stupid little face!
"Fine," she said with a fake smile. "His rooms are, unfortunately, across from mine,
correct?"
Dumbledore chuckled and nodded.
"Very well," she said as she led her own way out the balcony door. She turned around to
find Alan who was following closely behind her.
She walked in long strides and, unluckily, Alan had long strides too. He was pacing right
next to her. Becky kept her gaze straight ahead of her.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Becky laughed and kept walking. When she reached her rooms, she pointed to the painting
of Rasputin which was across from her rooms.
"Tell the painting what you want for your password." She said from across the corridor as
Alan stood in front of his painting. Becky continued, "You can change it as much as you want. All
your belongings will be in there already. Is there anything else you require?" she asked in
boredom.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well then?" she asked impatiently.
Alan suddenly walked briskly across the room and grabbed Becky's arms. He pulled her to
him and crushed his lips on hers. Becky tried to push him away, but he was too strong. She then
kneed him in the groin and he let go quickly. He grabbed himself and fell to the ground.
"Touch me again and you'll have to answer to my bastard... oh excuse me, it was bat wasn't
it?!" she yelled.
He pulled himself up slowly and said, "Bitch!"
"It's extreme bitch!" she corrected. "Get it right!"
She then told the painting her password and it swung open. She stepped inside and the
painting closed behind her, leaving a livid professor behind.
Becky walked to the railing and leaned on it, gazing out into the dark hedges, full of
students who were either kissing or taking walks. It was usually Severus' job to find them, yell
at them, and deduct points from their houses.
Becky then heard footsteps approach from behind her. She wished it wasn't Alan. He had
just acted like a total bastard! Earlier he was a charming gentlemen, then he suddenly acted...
well... normal. He didn't speak in poetic form like he did when he was around Severus. Becky had
a feeling he just acted poetic to make Severus feel lower than him. What a creep, she thought,
Severus can be just as poetic!
The person who had approached her was now standing next to her, staring out into the hedges
like she was. She looked to see who it was from the corner of her left eye and saw that it was
Albus. She sighed with relief and turned her head fully to acknowledge him with a big, sweet
smile. He beamed back, his eyes glittering maddeningly.
"What do you think of Professor Kolenkov?" he asked with glee.
Becky smiled and started, "He's...," a bastard, she thought. Then lied quickly when she
realized she hadn't said anything yet, "nice."
Becky could tell Dumbledore didn't believe her.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Then I gather you wouldn't mind to escort him to his rooms?"
Becky sighed inwardly. "I suppose," she replied slowly. "When did he want me to show him
where they are?"
"Now would be pleasant," a voice said from the balcony entrance doors.
Becky turned around and saw the fake-poetic professor standing there. Boy, did she want
to smack that evil smirk off he had on his stupid little face!
"Fine," she said with a fake smile. "His rooms are, unfortunately, across from mine,
correct?"
Dumbledore chuckled and nodded.
"Very well," she said as she led her own way out the balcony door. She turned around to
find Alan who was following closely behind her.
She walked in long strides and, unluckily, Alan had long strides too. He was pacing right
next to her. Becky kept her gaze straight ahead of her.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Becky laughed and kept walking. When she reached her rooms, she pointed to the painting
of Rasputin which was across from her rooms.
"Tell the painting what you want for your password." She said from across the corridor as
Alan stood in front of his painting. Becky continued, "You can change it as much as you want. All
your belongings will be in there already. Is there anything else you require?" she asked in
boredom.
"Yes," he replied.
"Well then?" she asked impatiently.
Alan suddenly walked briskly across the room and grabbed Becky's arms. He pulled her to
him and crushed his lips on hers. Becky tried to push him away, but he was too strong. She then
kneed him in the groin and he let go quickly. He grabbed himself and fell to the ground.
"Touch me again and you'll have to answer to my bastard... oh excuse me, it was bat wasn't
it?!" she yelled.
He pulled himself up slowly and said, "Bitch!"
"It's extreme bitch!" she corrected. "Get it right!"
She then told the painting her password and it swung open. She stepped inside and the
painting closed behind her, leaving a livid professor behind.