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The next day, breakfast was a very bothersome engagement. When Becky had reached the Head Table, she realized that the only seat left was right next to Severus. She took her seat next to him in a very nervous way. When he glanced at her, she shot him a scowl that said "I didn't want to sit here!" He didn't look too pleased about it either as he glared right back at her.
"You look terrible," Professor Kolenkov said from the other side of her.
She glared at him too. She knew her face was puffy from last nights crying. She didn't need him to remind her of how awful she looked. So she decided to insult him to make herself feel better.
"Stop talking to yourself," she said dumbly.
Dammit, she thought, that's all you could think of. Becky heard Snape grunt from beside her, which was probably supposed to be some sort of demented laugh.
"You would make a good exchange student," Becky commented unexpectedly.
"Do you think so?" Alan asked sarcastically.
"Yes," she said. "We might be able to exchange you for someone friendly and clever."
Alan laughed a quiet, idiotic laugh, "You know," he murmured. "I had no idea I would ever meet someone like you here."
Becky faked a smile and said, "I had no idea they would ever let someone like you in here."
He laughed again and said, "I have a feeling I could make you very happy."
"Why, are you leaving?"
"Try imagining you're in love with me," he replied, in the mood for a game.
Becky realized where this conversation was going and noticed that Snape was listening to their every word. Hmm, she thought, if I flirt with Kolenkov a bit, maybe Severus will come crawling back to me on his knees . . . begging me to forgive him . . . angry with himself that he ever let me go . . . perfect . . .
"My imagination doesn't stretch that far," she allured softly, leaning over the table and resting her chin in her raised hand.
"When I roll across my satin sheets at night, the sound reminds me of you," he purred.
"What . . . while I'm eating a bag of chips?"
"You take my breath away," he tried again.
"She tries, but you keep on breathing again!" the man growled from the other side of Becky. "Quit the talk! It is most annoying!"
Becky smiled and continued to finish her breakfast while Severus fumed over the recent conversation between Becky and Alan.
The next day, breakfast was a very bothersome engagement. When Becky had reached the Head Table, she realized that the only seat left was right next to Severus. She took her seat next to him in a very nervous way. When he glanced at her, she shot him a scowl that said "I didn't want to sit here!" He didn't look too pleased about it either as he glared right back at her.
"You look terrible," Professor Kolenkov said from the other side of her.
She glared at him too. She knew her face was puffy from last nights crying. She didn't need him to remind her of how awful she looked. So she decided to insult him to make herself feel better.
"Stop talking to yourself," she said dumbly.
Dammit, she thought, that's all you could think of. Becky heard Snape grunt from beside her, which was probably supposed to be some sort of demented laugh.
"You would make a good exchange student," Becky commented unexpectedly.
"Do you think so?" Alan asked sarcastically.
"Yes," she said. "We might be able to exchange you for someone friendly and clever."
Alan laughed a quiet, idiotic laugh, "You know," he murmured. "I had no idea I would ever meet someone like you here."
Becky faked a smile and said, "I had no idea they would ever let someone like you in here."
He laughed again and said, "I have a feeling I could make you very happy."
"Why, are you leaving?"
"Try imagining you're in love with me," he replied, in the mood for a game.
Becky realized where this conversation was going and noticed that Snape was listening to their every word. Hmm, she thought, if I flirt with Kolenkov a bit, maybe Severus will come crawling back to me on his knees . . . begging me to forgive him . . . angry with himself that he ever let me go . . . perfect . . .
"My imagination doesn't stretch that far," she allured softly, leaning over the table and resting her chin in her raised hand.
"When I roll across my satin sheets at night, the sound reminds me of you," he purred.
"What . . . while I'm eating a bag of chips?"
"You take my breath away," he tried again.
"She tries, but you keep on breathing again!" the man growled from the other side of Becky. "Quit the talk! It is most annoying!"
Becky smiled and continued to finish her breakfast while Severus fumed over the recent conversation between Becky and Alan.