Severus' Scowl, Remus' Sincerity, Sirius' Smile,
McCoy's Fear
By: Blackwinds Disclaimer: I do not own Severus or any of the harry potter characters.
Claimer: I do however own this plot and McCoy. Finell is mine as well.( he pops up in later chapters.)
As the students began to file in Severus Snape's Scowl deepened, -Filthy little cretins, look at them wriggle their filthy little, talent less selves in-
He snapped up his copy of the daily prophet but just as he was doing so her noticed a student (or so it seemed at the time) in long black, form fitting silk robes that trailed behind he as if they were nothing more than dying whisps of smoke. She could not have been any taller than the smallest of fist years standing at about 4'10 he surmised, but by far the most striking thing about her was her long silver hair that flowed down past her waist line. By the time her had finished taking this all in, he noticed that she was returning his gaze with a fierce scowl.
"What do you want you damnable old git?"
He had not expected that in any way form such a young and angelic looking student, and with equal ferocity her snapped back at her.
"You will address me as professor. You students need to learn your damn place! how dare you call me-"
She cut him off sharply, "You think me to be a student? She strode up to him in a graceful and confident manner, looking not in any way intimidated by the pale, black haired potions master, If you haven't noticed, you thick headed ninny, these are professors robes an-"
"I don't care if your wearing the minister of magic's robes! you will address me as Professor got it you little Wench!"
Albus chuckled and shook his head as Severus finished his rant. "I see you've met our new astrology teacher Miss Maeve Chloe McCoy. McCoy, Snape. Snape, McCoy."
Snape flinched visibly as she stared at the tiny professor, whom had a decidedly smug look on her face.
"You finally know who I am now you pompous old fool?"
Severus just glared at McCoy with a look of seething hatred, then she leaned across the table and patted his cheek with a sincerely sweet smile and a perfectly innocent voice, obviously with some effort she forced herself not to laugh.
"You look constipated darling Sevvikins."
Every one in the great hall was sure that they would lose their new astrology professor even before they set foot in her classroom. Some though he would hex her into oblivion, others though that he would cut her up and pickle her for later use in a potion, but to absolutely everyone's surprise he did none of these things. He simply "harrumphed" and sank down into his chair crossing his arms as a triumphant McCoy took her seat in between a wide-eyed Dumbledore and a very grumpy looking Snape. Maeve leaned closer to Snape and whispered something to him and his eyes widened with rage.
"Can it McCoy! "
She shot him a flat and sarcastic stare "Why I love you too Snapey! "
"Shut up woman!"
"Make me you greasy slimy git!" She tossed back at him.
"That's it! I will dining alone in my dormitory tonight!"
And with that he stormed out of the great hall robes flowing behind him like a devils wings as she descended upon the dungeons.
After he left Maeve clapped her hands together sharply and looked out over the sea of students massed in the great hall as she merrily smiled.
"I am your new Astrology teacher, Professor McCoy, as I'm sure you've all gleaned from the conversation that I just had. I'm sure I will enjoy teaching all of you this year. ("If she survives it!" Sniggered Fred and George.)
She turned to Dumbledore and smiled, her expression the picture of innocence.
"Can we get the sorting over with so we can begin the feast headmaster? I'm absolutely famished!"
"Of course my dear McCoy; might I have a word with you in my office later? "
"Who am I to deny such a request? Yes, of course Headmaster."
He chuckled once more before turning to the students.
"Welcome to yet another delightful year of learning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students. Let the sorting ritual begin!"
After regaining her composure from the shock at Maeve's sudden command over everything Minerva brought out the sorting hat. She unrolled the scroll containing all the students' names just as the sorting hat finished his song for the year.
"Lady Bacura." after a moment of consideration....
"Slytherin!"
"Sam Williston. "Just as it touched the boys it yelled out....
"Gryffindor!"
Maeve frowned,
- To bad looked like he had potential. I have never found of Gryffindors,-
she mused to herself,
-Damn meddlesome fools, and always prancing around as if they were the only decent students in the entire School. In My opinion Ravenclaws and Slytherins are far better. pwesh even Hufflepuffs are-
Albus interrupted her train of thought, "I was a Gryffindor in my day you know Maeve, think you I prance around?"
"Oh no Headmaster, not in the least. But you attended in a time when Gryffindors were kind, humble people. But ever since they received the first potter in their house they have seemed far to full of themselves."
"I have noticed that myself to some degree. But I believe the severity that you are implying is far less in actuality."
"Personally, I am unsure of that Albus."
"Oh?", he asked giving her a sideways glance.
"Look at them so... so happy and carefree. Completely disregarding any and all others. I despise them. Potter, Sirius and Remus themselves were never that bad. They were great people. But now all the Gryffindors are prancing around like peacocks in full plume. I despise them. "
"Just as you despise yourself my child?"
"...No. I hate myself far more than that."
He smiled sadly and reached for her hand in a reassuring and fatherly manner, but just as he touched her skin she flinched her hand away briefly before setting her hand upon the arm of her chair once again. Albus knew that she was not flinching form him on purpose, but that it was simply a natural reaction from her. After she set her hand down once more he placed his own over her tiny, child-like hand.
It was obvious that she had to struggle with herself to keep from jerking her hand away at even the scarcest traces of human contact. Albus sighed, her reaction tore at his heartstrings, she was still the proud yet ever scarred and delicate creature that entered his office broken, out of place and on the brink of insanity three years ago. It broke his heart to see her then as well. The Great hall and all of its occupants faded from thought as the memories of that night flooded back to him. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Wheeeeeeeeee! Please Review and I will do your bidding! I have nearly seven chapters written up already and if no one reviews I will never post them bwuahahahahahhahaaaaaaaaaa!..*coughs* right..anyway. Review!
By: Blackwinds Disclaimer: I do not own Severus or any of the harry potter characters.
Claimer: I do however own this plot and McCoy. Finell is mine as well.( he pops up in later chapters.)
As the students began to file in Severus Snape's Scowl deepened, -Filthy little cretins, look at them wriggle their filthy little, talent less selves in-
He snapped up his copy of the daily prophet but just as he was doing so her noticed a student (or so it seemed at the time) in long black, form fitting silk robes that trailed behind he as if they were nothing more than dying whisps of smoke. She could not have been any taller than the smallest of fist years standing at about 4'10 he surmised, but by far the most striking thing about her was her long silver hair that flowed down past her waist line. By the time her had finished taking this all in, he noticed that she was returning his gaze with a fierce scowl.
"What do you want you damnable old git?"
He had not expected that in any way form such a young and angelic looking student, and with equal ferocity her snapped back at her.
"You will address me as professor. You students need to learn your damn place! how dare you call me-"
She cut him off sharply, "You think me to be a student? She strode up to him in a graceful and confident manner, looking not in any way intimidated by the pale, black haired potions master, If you haven't noticed, you thick headed ninny, these are professors robes an-"
"I don't care if your wearing the minister of magic's robes! you will address me as Professor got it you little Wench!"
Albus chuckled and shook his head as Severus finished his rant. "I see you've met our new astrology teacher Miss Maeve Chloe McCoy. McCoy, Snape. Snape, McCoy."
Snape flinched visibly as she stared at the tiny professor, whom had a decidedly smug look on her face.
"You finally know who I am now you pompous old fool?"
Severus just glared at McCoy with a look of seething hatred, then she leaned across the table and patted his cheek with a sincerely sweet smile and a perfectly innocent voice, obviously with some effort she forced herself not to laugh.
"You look constipated darling Sevvikins."
Every one in the great hall was sure that they would lose their new astrology professor even before they set foot in her classroom. Some though he would hex her into oblivion, others though that he would cut her up and pickle her for later use in a potion, but to absolutely everyone's surprise he did none of these things. He simply "harrumphed" and sank down into his chair crossing his arms as a triumphant McCoy took her seat in between a wide-eyed Dumbledore and a very grumpy looking Snape. Maeve leaned closer to Snape and whispered something to him and his eyes widened with rage.
"Can it McCoy! "
She shot him a flat and sarcastic stare "Why I love you too Snapey! "
"Shut up woman!"
"Make me you greasy slimy git!" She tossed back at him.
"That's it! I will dining alone in my dormitory tonight!"
And with that he stormed out of the great hall robes flowing behind him like a devils wings as she descended upon the dungeons.
After he left Maeve clapped her hands together sharply and looked out over the sea of students massed in the great hall as she merrily smiled.
"I am your new Astrology teacher, Professor McCoy, as I'm sure you've all gleaned from the conversation that I just had. I'm sure I will enjoy teaching all of you this year. ("If she survives it!" Sniggered Fred and George.)
She turned to Dumbledore and smiled, her expression the picture of innocence.
"Can we get the sorting over with so we can begin the feast headmaster? I'm absolutely famished!"
"Of course my dear McCoy; might I have a word with you in my office later? "
"Who am I to deny such a request? Yes, of course Headmaster."
He chuckled once more before turning to the students.
"Welcome to yet another delightful year of learning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students. Let the sorting ritual begin!"
After regaining her composure from the shock at Maeve's sudden command over everything Minerva brought out the sorting hat. She unrolled the scroll containing all the students' names just as the sorting hat finished his song for the year.
"Lady Bacura." after a moment of consideration....
"Slytherin!"
"Sam Williston. "Just as it touched the boys it yelled out....
"Gryffindor!"
Maeve frowned,
- To bad looked like he had potential. I have never found of Gryffindors,-
she mused to herself,
-Damn meddlesome fools, and always prancing around as if they were the only decent students in the entire School. In My opinion Ravenclaws and Slytherins are far better. pwesh even Hufflepuffs are-
Albus interrupted her train of thought, "I was a Gryffindor in my day you know Maeve, think you I prance around?"
"Oh no Headmaster, not in the least. But you attended in a time when Gryffindors were kind, humble people. But ever since they received the first potter in their house they have seemed far to full of themselves."
"I have noticed that myself to some degree. But I believe the severity that you are implying is far less in actuality."
"Personally, I am unsure of that Albus."
"Oh?", he asked giving her a sideways glance.
"Look at them so... so happy and carefree. Completely disregarding any and all others. I despise them. Potter, Sirius and Remus themselves were never that bad. They were great people. But now all the Gryffindors are prancing around like peacocks in full plume. I despise them. "
"Just as you despise yourself my child?"
"...No. I hate myself far more than that."
He smiled sadly and reached for her hand in a reassuring and fatherly manner, but just as he touched her skin she flinched her hand away briefly before setting her hand upon the arm of her chair once again. Albus knew that she was not flinching form him on purpose, but that it was simply a natural reaction from her. After she set her hand down once more he placed his own over her tiny, child-like hand.
It was obvious that she had to struggle with herself to keep from jerking her hand away at even the scarcest traces of human contact. Albus sighed, her reaction tore at his heartstrings, she was still the proud yet ever scarred and delicate creature that entered his office broken, out of place and on the brink of insanity three years ago. It broke his heart to see her then as well. The Great hall and all of its occupants faded from thought as the memories of that night flooded back to him. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Wheeeeeeeeee! Please Review and I will do your bidding! I have nearly seven chapters written up already and if no one reviews I will never post them bwuahahahahahhahaaaaaaaaaa!..*coughs* right..anyway. Review!