Snape sat back in his chair, 'I have a daughter.' He put his index finger
and his thumb back on the bridge of his nose more out of habit. There was
no headache, maybe that potion worked too well.
Snape got up out of his chair and walked toward his desk. He sat down and began shifting through a stack of papers, forth year essays. 'Forth years not even knowing why Dried Grungroots shouldn't be added with Kiltsweed! I was born with that knowledge!'
He went through a few more flunking papers before a loud whistling sound could be heard in Trisha's bedroom, 'Now what is that child up too?'
The whistling sound grew louder and Snape walked over to Trisha's door and knocked once. He stood by waiting, but it never opened. He knocked again, but still no answer. His impatient personality got the best of him and he opened the door. As soon as he did a golden ball started flying right toward his face.
"Duck!" Trisha yelled.
Snape moved his head only fast enough for the ball to wiz two centimeters away from his ear. The heat was intense and it lightly burned his skin.
"What in the bloody hell is going on in here?!!" Snape boomed. Many more of those same fireballs were bouncing around the room knocking into the dresser and the bookshelf. Trisha, on the other hand, was busy watching every fireball in turn, dodging each one as they came near. She whipped out her wand and waved it around until all five balls lost their flame and dropped to the ground as small, round pieces of metal. Trisha quickly gathered them up and placed them back in a container that was open on her bed.
"I asked you a question and I expect it to be answered," Snape sneered.
"Uh. what question was that?" Trisha hid the box back under her bed.
"What is going on here?!!" Snape repeated.
"Training."
"Training?!! You call getting half of your face scorched training?!! Who gave you such devices?!!"
"My mom. They're suppose to hone in on my maneuver ability and fast reflexes. This was just a warm-up though."
"You will not play with thoughs devices inside anymore. If you feel you need to 'train' then you can go outside."
"Outside? The idea is to be in a constricted area!"
Snape scowled, "You shall do as you are told."
Obviously Trisha got her personality from her father as well, "I shall do whatever I feel is necessary to train."
"No, you shall do as I tell you!" Snape's voice was rising.
"No, I shall do what I tell myself!"
This child was unbelievable! Her impudence exceeded any student in Hogwarts! Snape opened his mouth to shout, but another knock at the door stopped him. He stormed out of Trisha's bedroom and opened the door. The person who was on the other side should have dropped dead by the sneer Snape gave them, however he just laughed.
"Having problems Severus?"
"That child refuses to cooperate."
The kind, old wizard looked out through his half-mooned spectacles and chuckled, "I just wanted to see if you have not killed her yet. May I ask what she has done this time?"
"The child was using devices for 'training' as she described them."
Dumbledore's gaze grew into a puzzled statement, "May I see these so called training devices?"
Snape grumbled something under his breath that was too low for anyone to hear, but none the less he let the Headmaster in. Dumbledore proceeded to Trisha's door and knocked. No answer. He knocked again and slowly opened the door. Trisha was back on her bed buried in her book.
"Does the child do anything else than read?" Dumbledore whispered to Snape.
"She presents me with a high amount of stress."
Dumbledore chuckled and Snape only suppressed his words out of sheer respect for the old wizard. The Headmaster walked over to Trisha.
"Trisha?"
Trisha looked up from her book.
"Are you alright?"
She just nodded.
Dumbledore sighed, "Has she talked to you yet Severus?"
"Yes."
"Does she only talk to you?"
"She talks to whoever she wants to talk to."
Dumbledore gave a nod. He stood up, "I might be back one more time to make sure she's still getting along fine. I'll ask about those devices later." He expected to get a reaction out of Trisha, but when she paid him no mind the older wizard left.
Snape thought about the stack of papers he had left to grade. Then he thought about the fireballs, "Child, go out and wander the halls awhile. I have essays to grade and I don't need anymore distractions."
Trisha looked up from her book, "Do I have too?"
"Go!"
Trisha stuffed her book in a small, black satchel and walked pass Snape in a huff. She gave a sneer before she walked out of the door and turned around and closed it.
"That child is nothing but trouble," Snape grumbled as he walked over to his desk and sat down.
Trisha closed the door behind her and looked down the empty halls. Each of them seemed uninviting to her own penchant. Her face still featured a look of hatred as she strode down a corridor; her robes billowed behind her much like Snape's. She looked into a class in session; each student was paying careful attention to the much older woman. All except this one blond hair boy who was snickering and whispering to two heftier looking idiots at his sides.
'He does look a bit like Lucius Malfoy. oh of course. Draco Malfoy. I heard him talk about his son once or twice. Such a disgrace he is to his family,' Trisha's attention turned to the two heavies at Draco's side, 'Yes, Crabbe and Goyle. I recognize them all now.'
Something caught her eye, 'Oh yes, there he is. Harry Potter. Famous Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world. HA! It won't be for long Mr. Potter.'
Trisha's attention was knocked out of focus when the bell rang. Students began to file out of the classroom ignoring her completely. That is, all but Draco.
"Well look what we have here. Are you lost little girl?" Draco laughed.
"Watch your mouth Malfoy," Trisha sneered.
"Aren't we the smart little one?" Draco taunted.
Trisha grunted at how slow he was to realize she knew his name, 'Just like his father.'
"What's the matter, can't talk?"
Trisha took on the sneer Snape gave many of his students, "Want me to cut out your tongue for you?"
"Yeah and how are you gonna do that. Look at this Crabbe, she thinks she's gonna cut out my tongue!" Draco laughed.
'Oh I'd do something much worse than that Draco. To bad I can't kill you. though I can hurt you.' Trisha drew out her wand.
"Oh look guys. The little baby has a wand. She might try to hit me with it!"
Trisha glared and raised her wand. Draco was no longer laughing because apparently he was raising to the ceiling. In his state of shock he completely forgot about using his own wand to fight back, "Crabbe, Goyle! Get me down!"
Crabbe and Goyle were about to make for their wands, but Trisha was harsh with words, "Make a move to help him and I'll personally see to it you'll be thrown out the tower window." 'I was never told I couldn't kill them.'
Neither moved. Trisha rotated her wand in a circle and Draco was now upside down. He flailed his arms and legs trying to right himself up, "Get me down!"
Trisha could feel someone start to come close, 'Shit teacher.' She made a sharp gesture toward the ground and Draco came falling down landing on his side. He wasn't hurt, just very shocked. Trisha waved her wand and did an invisibility charm over herself just as McGonagall came out of her classroom.
"What is going on here?!!"
Draco who was too arrogant to admit being humiliated by a little girl didn't say anything, "Nothing."
McGonagall looked at Draco disbelievingly, but she walked back into her classroom without another word. Trisha reappeared after she had left.
Draco looked at his little attacker, "You are going to pay."
Trisha sneered, "I doubt that, but I'd love to see you try."
Draco motioned for his heavies to follow and they took off down a hallway. Trisha watched them leave, 'Yes, just like his father. All talk, but can't defend himself worth shit. At least Lucius could have seen that coming.'
Trisha walked through a different corridor seeing what Hogwarts had to offer. She walked outside onto the green grass and strode over to the pond. She sat down just above the bank and took out her book, burying her nose in it once more.
A shadow appeared over her. Trisha looked up into the kind eyes of a very large person.
"'ello there. What're you doin' down there?"
Trisha closed her book and pushed it more into Hagrid's view.
"Readin' huh? Ol' Dumbledore told me about you. You're Snape's kid."
Trisha nodded.
"Trisha right?"
She nodded again.
"Well you just be careful now by this 'ere lake. It's got giant squid, but don't worry. They're 'armless most of the time," Hagrid turned around and walked off.
Trisha absorbed herself more into her book. She flipped the last page and sighed. Standing up she brushed herself off and walked back inside. She walked through more hallways just trying to busy herself. Taking a turn down one corridor or another she ran right into the library.
'Whoa.' Trisha looked all around and started wandering throughout the isles of books. Her eyes fell upon the potions section. She quickly grabbed one and sat down at the nearest table and began reading.
"Hello," Trisha heard a voice coming from the right of her. She looked over and a table down sat an older girl with brown, curly hair.
"I'm Hermione. Didn't I see you with Professor Snape?"
Trisha nodded her head.
"What's your name?"
"Trisha."
"Well Trisha, are you related to him? You look an awful lot like him. Are you his niece or something?"
"No, I'm his daughter."
Hermione's mouth fell open, "You're his daughter. Professor Snape has a daughter?!!"
"Yeah," Trisha looked at Hermione and she could have laughed at her expression. To bad she couldn't.
Hermione shook her head, "Oh. uh. sorry. That was just. shocking."
Trisha nodded and fell back into her reading, Hermione following in suit. All though she did think it was weird for a little girl to be reading. She passed it off as her just looking at the pictures.
Trisha could feel eyes baring upon her every so often. It was getting distracting when you were continually being gawked at. She folded up the book and put it away back on the shelf and strode out of the library.
The hallways were now jammed with students again. Each trying to get to their next classroom or was it dinnertime? Since her size was so small she easily moved in between students. She spotted Harry out of the corner of her eye.
'Soon Potter, soon,' she sneered.
Trisha walked back down into the dungeons. She urged the cool air that chilled her bones. She walked to the entrance of her father's chamber and knocked. It opened and there stood Snape. He glared at her, but Trisha pushed past him and into his room.
Snape watched the girl push him aside and force herself into the room. His upper lip curled, but he forced himself not to yell, "Are you hungry?"
Trisha nodded.
"Follow me," Snape walked out the door and down to the Great Hall. Trisha hurried to keep up with him fore he was again striding down the hallways. The doors opened and the two strode in.
News traveled fast for the whole hall erupted in whispers. Snape could hear, 'That's his daughter!' 'Snape has a daughter!' and 'Who could love the greasy git?'. Snape sneered his way to the faculty table and sat down. Trisha sat across from him again and started to fill her plate with a little amount of food.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself when the two bore the same cold stares at everyone around them, 'Amazing how alike those two are.'
Snape looked around the many faces staring at him. He greeted their eyes with a cold stare until they were forced to look away, 'These students do not know what respect is.'
Trisha on the other hand studied those she saw, 'Clumsy. Intelligent. Crafty.' However none posed a sheer threat to her and she liked the thought of that. 'Each of these students has power they'll never use or learn to control. A waste of magic.'
Her eyes landed on Draco and his on hers. He smiled evilly to her telling her to watch her back. Trisha eyed him a cold glare and welcomed the challenge. She wondered if his father was ever this arrogant when he was this young, 'Lucius might still be just as conceited, but he knew how to size up on an opponent. This boy needs to learn that or he'll never match the expectations of his father.'
Trisha sat her fork back on her plate eating very little again. Her training skills taught her eating a lot was a weakness your enemies could use. She sat back and watched her father. She admitted she was much like him in more than just appearances. She knew she had his slyness, his stubbornness, his isolation.
"Are you finished?" Snape asked knocking her out of her train of thought.
She nodded. Every time she answered with a nod she was trying to bite her tongue to stop herself from snapping at anyone who talked to her. She didn't need to start making enemies at the moment. Except for Draco, but that was for fun.
Trisha followed Snape out of the Great Hall and back down to the dungeon. The cold air rushed over her body the further down they went. It was a welcoming feeling. She could tell the sun was setting by how dark the hallways were.
She walked into Snape's chamber and headed for her room shutting the door behind her. Digging around in one of her bags she produced what seemed like a small lab. Vials and ingredients circled her as she carefully picked up one or another brewing them in a small cauldron.
"I already know I need keyphim and powdered dragon claws, but something's missing. It needs one more thing, but what? What am I missing? I've gone through all the ingredients that could have possibly made results but still nothing!"
Unbeknownst to her Snape was listening in her doorway, "What are you trying to brew?"
Trisha looked up, 'How had he snuck up on me?!! Yes he is very sneaky.' "I'm brewing a potion."
"That is obvious child. What potion?"
"Just a potion."
Snape's temper flared, but he was still trying to do as McGonagall had told him, "I could possibly help."
"No, I'll be alright on my own."
"Damit child! I don't offer my help that much to anyone! I said I would help, but only if you tell me what the hell you are brewing!"
Trisha looked up at him startled. She hid her confusion very well. She didn't know why she told him, or what possessed her to say it. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her, maybe it was because she trusted him, maybe it was the thought of somebody helping her for a change, or maybe it was because for once in her life she saw her father might actually care.
"A disaging personality potion."
"A what?"
"A disaging personality potion," she repeated.
"I heard you the first time child. Why on earth would you need to brew such a thing?"
"Don't tell me you didn't notice that I don't act five years old."
"I noticed."
"Well don't think I'm this way because of who I am."
"Explain."
"It's a long story."
Snape walked over and sat on her bed looking down at her on the floor. His glare told her he was expecting the truth.
"Alright," Trisha sighed. Why she actually told him the truth she never knew, "I am a Death Eater."
Snape got up out of his chair and walked toward his desk. He sat down and began shifting through a stack of papers, forth year essays. 'Forth years not even knowing why Dried Grungroots shouldn't be added with Kiltsweed! I was born with that knowledge!'
He went through a few more flunking papers before a loud whistling sound could be heard in Trisha's bedroom, 'Now what is that child up too?'
The whistling sound grew louder and Snape walked over to Trisha's door and knocked once. He stood by waiting, but it never opened. He knocked again, but still no answer. His impatient personality got the best of him and he opened the door. As soon as he did a golden ball started flying right toward his face.
"Duck!" Trisha yelled.
Snape moved his head only fast enough for the ball to wiz two centimeters away from his ear. The heat was intense and it lightly burned his skin.
"What in the bloody hell is going on in here?!!" Snape boomed. Many more of those same fireballs were bouncing around the room knocking into the dresser and the bookshelf. Trisha, on the other hand, was busy watching every fireball in turn, dodging each one as they came near. She whipped out her wand and waved it around until all five balls lost their flame and dropped to the ground as small, round pieces of metal. Trisha quickly gathered them up and placed them back in a container that was open on her bed.
"I asked you a question and I expect it to be answered," Snape sneered.
"Uh. what question was that?" Trisha hid the box back under her bed.
"What is going on here?!!" Snape repeated.
"Training."
"Training?!! You call getting half of your face scorched training?!! Who gave you such devices?!!"
"My mom. They're suppose to hone in on my maneuver ability and fast reflexes. This was just a warm-up though."
"You will not play with thoughs devices inside anymore. If you feel you need to 'train' then you can go outside."
"Outside? The idea is to be in a constricted area!"
Snape scowled, "You shall do as you are told."
Obviously Trisha got her personality from her father as well, "I shall do whatever I feel is necessary to train."
"No, you shall do as I tell you!" Snape's voice was rising.
"No, I shall do what I tell myself!"
This child was unbelievable! Her impudence exceeded any student in Hogwarts! Snape opened his mouth to shout, but another knock at the door stopped him. He stormed out of Trisha's bedroom and opened the door. The person who was on the other side should have dropped dead by the sneer Snape gave them, however he just laughed.
"Having problems Severus?"
"That child refuses to cooperate."
The kind, old wizard looked out through his half-mooned spectacles and chuckled, "I just wanted to see if you have not killed her yet. May I ask what she has done this time?"
"The child was using devices for 'training' as she described them."
Dumbledore's gaze grew into a puzzled statement, "May I see these so called training devices?"
Snape grumbled something under his breath that was too low for anyone to hear, but none the less he let the Headmaster in. Dumbledore proceeded to Trisha's door and knocked. No answer. He knocked again and slowly opened the door. Trisha was back on her bed buried in her book.
"Does the child do anything else than read?" Dumbledore whispered to Snape.
"She presents me with a high amount of stress."
Dumbledore chuckled and Snape only suppressed his words out of sheer respect for the old wizard. The Headmaster walked over to Trisha.
"Trisha?"
Trisha looked up from her book.
"Are you alright?"
She just nodded.
Dumbledore sighed, "Has she talked to you yet Severus?"
"Yes."
"Does she only talk to you?"
"She talks to whoever she wants to talk to."
Dumbledore gave a nod. He stood up, "I might be back one more time to make sure she's still getting along fine. I'll ask about those devices later." He expected to get a reaction out of Trisha, but when she paid him no mind the older wizard left.
Snape thought about the stack of papers he had left to grade. Then he thought about the fireballs, "Child, go out and wander the halls awhile. I have essays to grade and I don't need anymore distractions."
Trisha looked up from her book, "Do I have too?"
"Go!"
Trisha stuffed her book in a small, black satchel and walked pass Snape in a huff. She gave a sneer before she walked out of the door and turned around and closed it.
"That child is nothing but trouble," Snape grumbled as he walked over to his desk and sat down.
Trisha closed the door behind her and looked down the empty halls. Each of them seemed uninviting to her own penchant. Her face still featured a look of hatred as she strode down a corridor; her robes billowed behind her much like Snape's. She looked into a class in session; each student was paying careful attention to the much older woman. All except this one blond hair boy who was snickering and whispering to two heftier looking idiots at his sides.
'He does look a bit like Lucius Malfoy. oh of course. Draco Malfoy. I heard him talk about his son once or twice. Such a disgrace he is to his family,' Trisha's attention turned to the two heavies at Draco's side, 'Yes, Crabbe and Goyle. I recognize them all now.'
Something caught her eye, 'Oh yes, there he is. Harry Potter. Famous Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world. HA! It won't be for long Mr. Potter.'
Trisha's attention was knocked out of focus when the bell rang. Students began to file out of the classroom ignoring her completely. That is, all but Draco.
"Well look what we have here. Are you lost little girl?" Draco laughed.
"Watch your mouth Malfoy," Trisha sneered.
"Aren't we the smart little one?" Draco taunted.
Trisha grunted at how slow he was to realize she knew his name, 'Just like his father.'
"What's the matter, can't talk?"
Trisha took on the sneer Snape gave many of his students, "Want me to cut out your tongue for you?"
"Yeah and how are you gonna do that. Look at this Crabbe, she thinks she's gonna cut out my tongue!" Draco laughed.
'Oh I'd do something much worse than that Draco. To bad I can't kill you. though I can hurt you.' Trisha drew out her wand.
"Oh look guys. The little baby has a wand. She might try to hit me with it!"
Trisha glared and raised her wand. Draco was no longer laughing because apparently he was raising to the ceiling. In his state of shock he completely forgot about using his own wand to fight back, "Crabbe, Goyle! Get me down!"
Crabbe and Goyle were about to make for their wands, but Trisha was harsh with words, "Make a move to help him and I'll personally see to it you'll be thrown out the tower window." 'I was never told I couldn't kill them.'
Neither moved. Trisha rotated her wand in a circle and Draco was now upside down. He flailed his arms and legs trying to right himself up, "Get me down!"
Trisha could feel someone start to come close, 'Shit teacher.' She made a sharp gesture toward the ground and Draco came falling down landing on his side. He wasn't hurt, just very shocked. Trisha waved her wand and did an invisibility charm over herself just as McGonagall came out of her classroom.
"What is going on here?!!"
Draco who was too arrogant to admit being humiliated by a little girl didn't say anything, "Nothing."
McGonagall looked at Draco disbelievingly, but she walked back into her classroom without another word. Trisha reappeared after she had left.
Draco looked at his little attacker, "You are going to pay."
Trisha sneered, "I doubt that, but I'd love to see you try."
Draco motioned for his heavies to follow and they took off down a hallway. Trisha watched them leave, 'Yes, just like his father. All talk, but can't defend himself worth shit. At least Lucius could have seen that coming.'
Trisha walked through a different corridor seeing what Hogwarts had to offer. She walked outside onto the green grass and strode over to the pond. She sat down just above the bank and took out her book, burying her nose in it once more.
A shadow appeared over her. Trisha looked up into the kind eyes of a very large person.
"'ello there. What're you doin' down there?"
Trisha closed her book and pushed it more into Hagrid's view.
"Readin' huh? Ol' Dumbledore told me about you. You're Snape's kid."
Trisha nodded.
"Trisha right?"
She nodded again.
"Well you just be careful now by this 'ere lake. It's got giant squid, but don't worry. They're 'armless most of the time," Hagrid turned around and walked off.
Trisha absorbed herself more into her book. She flipped the last page and sighed. Standing up she brushed herself off and walked back inside. She walked through more hallways just trying to busy herself. Taking a turn down one corridor or another she ran right into the library.
'Whoa.' Trisha looked all around and started wandering throughout the isles of books. Her eyes fell upon the potions section. She quickly grabbed one and sat down at the nearest table and began reading.
"Hello," Trisha heard a voice coming from the right of her. She looked over and a table down sat an older girl with brown, curly hair.
"I'm Hermione. Didn't I see you with Professor Snape?"
Trisha nodded her head.
"What's your name?"
"Trisha."
"Well Trisha, are you related to him? You look an awful lot like him. Are you his niece or something?"
"No, I'm his daughter."
Hermione's mouth fell open, "You're his daughter. Professor Snape has a daughter?!!"
"Yeah," Trisha looked at Hermione and she could have laughed at her expression. To bad she couldn't.
Hermione shook her head, "Oh. uh. sorry. That was just. shocking."
Trisha nodded and fell back into her reading, Hermione following in suit. All though she did think it was weird for a little girl to be reading. She passed it off as her just looking at the pictures.
Trisha could feel eyes baring upon her every so often. It was getting distracting when you were continually being gawked at. She folded up the book and put it away back on the shelf and strode out of the library.
The hallways were now jammed with students again. Each trying to get to their next classroom or was it dinnertime? Since her size was so small she easily moved in between students. She spotted Harry out of the corner of her eye.
'Soon Potter, soon,' she sneered.
Trisha walked back down into the dungeons. She urged the cool air that chilled her bones. She walked to the entrance of her father's chamber and knocked. It opened and there stood Snape. He glared at her, but Trisha pushed past him and into his room.
Snape watched the girl push him aside and force herself into the room. His upper lip curled, but he forced himself not to yell, "Are you hungry?"
Trisha nodded.
"Follow me," Snape walked out the door and down to the Great Hall. Trisha hurried to keep up with him fore he was again striding down the hallways. The doors opened and the two strode in.
News traveled fast for the whole hall erupted in whispers. Snape could hear, 'That's his daughter!' 'Snape has a daughter!' and 'Who could love the greasy git?'. Snape sneered his way to the faculty table and sat down. Trisha sat across from him again and started to fill her plate with a little amount of food.
Dumbledore chuckled to himself when the two bore the same cold stares at everyone around them, 'Amazing how alike those two are.'
Snape looked around the many faces staring at him. He greeted their eyes with a cold stare until they were forced to look away, 'These students do not know what respect is.'
Trisha on the other hand studied those she saw, 'Clumsy. Intelligent. Crafty.' However none posed a sheer threat to her and she liked the thought of that. 'Each of these students has power they'll never use or learn to control. A waste of magic.'
Her eyes landed on Draco and his on hers. He smiled evilly to her telling her to watch her back. Trisha eyed him a cold glare and welcomed the challenge. She wondered if his father was ever this arrogant when he was this young, 'Lucius might still be just as conceited, but he knew how to size up on an opponent. This boy needs to learn that or he'll never match the expectations of his father.'
Trisha sat her fork back on her plate eating very little again. Her training skills taught her eating a lot was a weakness your enemies could use. She sat back and watched her father. She admitted she was much like him in more than just appearances. She knew she had his slyness, his stubbornness, his isolation.
"Are you finished?" Snape asked knocking her out of her train of thought.
She nodded. Every time she answered with a nod she was trying to bite her tongue to stop herself from snapping at anyone who talked to her. She didn't need to start making enemies at the moment. Except for Draco, but that was for fun.
Trisha followed Snape out of the Great Hall and back down to the dungeon. The cold air rushed over her body the further down they went. It was a welcoming feeling. She could tell the sun was setting by how dark the hallways were.
She walked into Snape's chamber and headed for her room shutting the door behind her. Digging around in one of her bags she produced what seemed like a small lab. Vials and ingredients circled her as she carefully picked up one or another brewing them in a small cauldron.
"I already know I need keyphim and powdered dragon claws, but something's missing. It needs one more thing, but what? What am I missing? I've gone through all the ingredients that could have possibly made results but still nothing!"
Unbeknownst to her Snape was listening in her doorway, "What are you trying to brew?"
Trisha looked up, 'How had he snuck up on me?!! Yes he is very sneaky.' "I'm brewing a potion."
"That is obvious child. What potion?"
"Just a potion."
Snape's temper flared, but he was still trying to do as McGonagall had told him, "I could possibly help."
"No, I'll be alright on my own."
"Damit child! I don't offer my help that much to anyone! I said I would help, but only if you tell me what the hell you are brewing!"
Trisha looked up at him startled. She hid her confusion very well. She didn't know why she told him, or what possessed her to say it. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her, maybe it was because she trusted him, maybe it was the thought of somebody helping her for a change, or maybe it was because for once in her life she saw her father might actually care.
"A disaging personality potion."
"A what?"
"A disaging personality potion," she repeated.
"I heard you the first time child. Why on earth would you need to brew such a thing?"
"Don't tell me you didn't notice that I don't act five years old."
"I noticed."
"Well don't think I'm this way because of who I am."
"Explain."
"It's a long story."
Snape walked over and sat on her bed looking down at her on the floor. His glare told her he was expecting the truth.
"Alright," Trisha sighed. Why she actually told him the truth she never knew, "I am a Death Eater."