Trisha shook her head and decided to ask later. She grabbed another pair of
black robes and quickly changed. She cracked her bedroom door open and
peaked out. Snape was nowhere to be seen.
She walked out into his bedroom and finally found him sitting in his chair next to the unlit fireplace. Trisha walked over and sat in the chair she had early produced. Snape eyed her, but Trisha made a note that he wasn't putting all of his anger into his glare.
Trisha blinked, "What happened in there?"
"You had a relapse," Snape replied coldly.
"No shit. I want to know what happened during the relapse."
"Nothing happened. You just started acting five again," he was sneering, but something about her father was rather off.
"So nothing happened. Is that why you were holding me on the floor?"
Snape's eyes narrowed, "You were crying."
Trisha smirked, "So you were comforting me."
Snape went a little edgy, but changed the subject entirely, "Are you hungry?"
Trisha smiled inwardly mostly because her father was quick to change any subject that had to do with emotions of any kind, "No, not really."
"Then I have a class to get ready for."
"Well I don't wanna be stuck in this chamber all day. Can I come?"
"No."
"Come on, what year are you teaching first?"
"Third."
"Piece of cake. I bet I could even help them and then you could get more of your grading done! Come on I need something to do."
Snape thought about the proposition being offered, "I could get my paperwork done. Fine, you can come, but keep the little brats out of my hair."
Trisha smiled and she could have hugged him if she didn't know what a fuss that would create. Instead she just settled for a, "Thank you."
Snape walked out the door and headed for his classroom with Trisha right behind him. Through the hallways he asked again, "Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Definitely, I'm a small you remember. I don't eat a lot."
Trisha walked into the classroom ahead of Snape, "Wow, nice classroom."
Snape nodded and went over to his desk and began shifting through more papers. Trisha began exploring the room looking at all the potion ingredients.
"So what are they brewing today?" Trisha asked.
Snape answered without looking up, "A simple sleeping potion."
"And they already know how to make it?"
"I explained it to them a few days ago."
Trisha started looking through a few books in the back of the room. A fourth year potions book, a second year transfigurations book, and a Quidditch book?
"What's with the Quidditch book?" Trisha asked.
"Potter's. He was reading it instead of finishing up his potion."
"Oh."
A few minutes later a group of Hufflepuffs walked in taking their seats in the left corner. Then a few Ravenclaws. Soon the whole classroom was full of third years.
Snape stood up, "You all know what to do so get working. If you have any questions or start making trouble Ms. Snape will be here. I will be busy working at my desk."
The classroom's attention fell on Trisha. Hushed whispers filled the room. A Hufflepuff girl raised her hand.
"Yes Ms. Key," Snape snapped.
"Is there any relation?"
"Of course there is you moron!" a brown-haired Ravenclaw boy shouted from the other side of the room, "The two look almost the same!"
"Shut up Bret!" the Hufflepuff girl shouted.
"Enough!" Snape yelled making the classroom silent again, "Ms. Key, Mr. David, detention, both of you tonight at six."
The two began to sulk in their seats and mumble something under their breaths.
"And for the rest of you. Yes, there is a relation. Trisha here is my daughter. Now to work!" Snape shouted going back to his desk while the class looked on in shock.
After the class got over the surprise they began to grab their things and start brewing their potion. Trisha walked up and down the isle much like Snape did peering over everyone's shoulder, but she didn't voice her opinion like her father did. She kept quiet just watching; observing. No one gave her any trouble until she came to that brown-haired Ravenclaw.
"Who are you to help Professor Snape? You're what only five? Just because you're his daughter doesn't mean you can help third years," Bret sneered.
Trisha was reminded of Malfoy, but this boy was a few notches dumber. But instead of coming out and yelling at the boy like she was going to she decided to show him up, "Well Mr. David, I may only be five, but at least I know that you should only add two toad eyes not three. Look it up because your potion is going to be ruined if you don't supple out your ingredients now."
The boy grabbed his open book and read. She was right. He scowled, "You studied this before we came in."
"And you studied this a whole period yesterday. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut and hold respect to thoughs who have a higher IQ."
A few Hufflepuff girls who were listening in giggled. The Ravenclaw sulked into his chair and began to work out his potion. A Ravenclaw girl raised her hand.
Trisha walked over to her, "Yes Ms."
"Darley. Ms. Snape my potion is turning out to watery. Do you know the problem?"
"Please call me Trisha."
"Ok. Trisha."
"The problem here is you didn't add enough dragon oil," Trisha measured a few drops and poured it in, "Now just stir slowly and. there!" The potion was much thicker than before.
"Oh. thanks! How do you know this? You're only five it looks like."
"I am only five, but I studied this already."
"So you're like some advanced genius child?"
"Uh. sure."
"Cool!"
"Right." Trisha eyed the girl before walking away.
The rest of the class went fairly well and surprisingly the students behaved for Trisha. Snape looked up finally when class began to clear. Was there students actually. trying to stay?
"I know, I know," he heard Trisha say to a few Hufflepuffs, "You can come and visit me and I'll see to it about my headache potion."
Finally the group left and Trisha walked over to Snape, "That was fun."
"What was that about?"
"What was what about?"
"That 'come and visit me' line."
"Nothing really. I heard a few girls saw they were getting headaches often and that the potion Madam Pomfrey gives them only works for an hour or two. You know that one girl you were yelling at. Ms. Key. Diana? She's very good working with potions. She might have a career in them."
The fifth years began to show and fill the classroom. Then Trisha saw him, Harry Potter. Another instinct began to take over. It was saying, 'Gain his trust' 'Gain his trust then make your move'.
Trisha shook her head and whispered to herself, "Yeah gain his trust."
The class was seated and Snape stood up, "Ms. Snape here is going to watch over the class while I sit at my desk and go through essays. Any trouble and you'll get detention."
Snape walked back to his desk leaving Trisha to handle the group of very confused students.
"Ok," Trisha started, "Yes I know I am only five years old." She thought for a moment and kept with the story the third year Hufflepuff gave, "So I'm like an advance genius child. Yes, I am related to Snape. I am his daughter." The whole room gasped. "And I will be helping you today."
Trisha looked at Malfoy who went absolutely pale. She smiled at him making him even whiter.
"Get to work!" Trisha barked.
The classroom grew alive and people were grabbing for things. Trisha began to walk around again. Everything was fairly in order. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing. except this one Gryffindor.
"Excuse me Mr.."
"Longbottom," he shied.
"You do know that your potion is suppose to be orange not green right?"
"Y-Yeah."
Trisha scooted closer and grabbed a few honeyweeds then placed them in the cauldron and took the stirrer from Neville and began to stir slower then he had. It slowly turned green like it was suppose to. She handed the stirrer back to him.
"See, just keep stirring very slowly and it will stay that color."
Neville looked surprised that he didn't get yelled at, "T-Thanks."
Trisha smiled, "You're welcome. And don't be afraid to ask if the potion starts to turn colors again."
Neville nodded and Trisha began walking around the room again. She walked over toward Draco and he had a sneer on his face.
"So you're Professor Snape's kid."
"Yes," Trisha glared at him.
"I bet you're daddy's little girl."
"No more than you are," she smirked and Crabbe and Goyle began to snicker.
"Shut up!" Malfoy yelled at his two heavies, "You're lucky you're his kid."
"Oh don't let that stop you. Please if you want to try something go right ahead."
"I might hurt you and get detention. It's not worth it."
"For one thing Malfoy, you couldn't hurt me with the puny spells you produce. And second, if you're father could not beat me then you definitely cannot."
Draco's eyes narrowed, "And when did you battle my father?"
Trisha's glare went into a smirk, "Oh a few times. And I managed to beat the shit out of him so don't give me any trouble."
She left before he could even answer back. Trisha headed to where Harry was sitting with his two friends. She stood behind him and pulled out his book she had snatched from the bookcase.
"Hey," she called from behind him.
Harry looked behind him, "Huh? Oh, hello."
"Is this yours?" Trisha held out the book keeping it from Snape's view.
"Yeah! Snape snatched it from me last week! I've been trying to get it back!"
Trisha put the book under his seat, "If he finds it missing blame it on me, but take it back."
"Thanks!" Harry smiled.
"No problem."
"So, you're Snape's kid?"
"Yeah."
"Poor you."
Trisha giggled, "It isn't as bad as one would think, but I get the point. Now back to your potion before he yells at you."
Harry went back to work and Trisha went back to wondering the isles. She eyed Neville every now and then. It looked like he was getting the hang of it.
There was a knock at the door and Dumbledore strode in. He walked over to Snape and whispered in his ear, "Can I see you for a moment Severus? It's very important."
Snape looked irritated, but nodded when he saw the troubled look in his eyes, "Fine, Trisha can look after my class."
Dumbledore finally noticed Trisha walking around the classroom giving help. He smiled, "Very gifted. Now come with me."
The two headed for the door but Snape turned around and gave one last warning, "If any of you cause trouble you will ALL have detention!" With that he followed Dumbledore out of the room leaving Trisha in charge.
She walked out into his bedroom and finally found him sitting in his chair next to the unlit fireplace. Trisha walked over and sat in the chair she had early produced. Snape eyed her, but Trisha made a note that he wasn't putting all of his anger into his glare.
Trisha blinked, "What happened in there?"
"You had a relapse," Snape replied coldly.
"No shit. I want to know what happened during the relapse."
"Nothing happened. You just started acting five again," he was sneering, but something about her father was rather off.
"So nothing happened. Is that why you were holding me on the floor?"
Snape's eyes narrowed, "You were crying."
Trisha smirked, "So you were comforting me."
Snape went a little edgy, but changed the subject entirely, "Are you hungry?"
Trisha smiled inwardly mostly because her father was quick to change any subject that had to do with emotions of any kind, "No, not really."
"Then I have a class to get ready for."
"Well I don't wanna be stuck in this chamber all day. Can I come?"
"No."
"Come on, what year are you teaching first?"
"Third."
"Piece of cake. I bet I could even help them and then you could get more of your grading done! Come on I need something to do."
Snape thought about the proposition being offered, "I could get my paperwork done. Fine, you can come, but keep the little brats out of my hair."
Trisha smiled and she could have hugged him if she didn't know what a fuss that would create. Instead she just settled for a, "Thank you."
Snape walked out the door and headed for his classroom with Trisha right behind him. Through the hallways he asked again, "Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Definitely, I'm a small you remember. I don't eat a lot."
Trisha walked into the classroom ahead of Snape, "Wow, nice classroom."
Snape nodded and went over to his desk and began shifting through more papers. Trisha began exploring the room looking at all the potion ingredients.
"So what are they brewing today?" Trisha asked.
Snape answered without looking up, "A simple sleeping potion."
"And they already know how to make it?"
"I explained it to them a few days ago."
Trisha started looking through a few books in the back of the room. A fourth year potions book, a second year transfigurations book, and a Quidditch book?
"What's with the Quidditch book?" Trisha asked.
"Potter's. He was reading it instead of finishing up his potion."
"Oh."
A few minutes later a group of Hufflepuffs walked in taking their seats in the left corner. Then a few Ravenclaws. Soon the whole classroom was full of third years.
Snape stood up, "You all know what to do so get working. If you have any questions or start making trouble Ms. Snape will be here. I will be busy working at my desk."
The classroom's attention fell on Trisha. Hushed whispers filled the room. A Hufflepuff girl raised her hand.
"Yes Ms. Key," Snape snapped.
"Is there any relation?"
"Of course there is you moron!" a brown-haired Ravenclaw boy shouted from the other side of the room, "The two look almost the same!"
"Shut up Bret!" the Hufflepuff girl shouted.
"Enough!" Snape yelled making the classroom silent again, "Ms. Key, Mr. David, detention, both of you tonight at six."
The two began to sulk in their seats and mumble something under their breaths.
"And for the rest of you. Yes, there is a relation. Trisha here is my daughter. Now to work!" Snape shouted going back to his desk while the class looked on in shock.
After the class got over the surprise they began to grab their things and start brewing their potion. Trisha walked up and down the isle much like Snape did peering over everyone's shoulder, but she didn't voice her opinion like her father did. She kept quiet just watching; observing. No one gave her any trouble until she came to that brown-haired Ravenclaw.
"Who are you to help Professor Snape? You're what only five? Just because you're his daughter doesn't mean you can help third years," Bret sneered.
Trisha was reminded of Malfoy, but this boy was a few notches dumber. But instead of coming out and yelling at the boy like she was going to she decided to show him up, "Well Mr. David, I may only be five, but at least I know that you should only add two toad eyes not three. Look it up because your potion is going to be ruined if you don't supple out your ingredients now."
The boy grabbed his open book and read. She was right. He scowled, "You studied this before we came in."
"And you studied this a whole period yesterday. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut and hold respect to thoughs who have a higher IQ."
A few Hufflepuff girls who were listening in giggled. The Ravenclaw sulked into his chair and began to work out his potion. A Ravenclaw girl raised her hand.
Trisha walked over to her, "Yes Ms."
"Darley. Ms. Snape my potion is turning out to watery. Do you know the problem?"
"Please call me Trisha."
"Ok. Trisha."
"The problem here is you didn't add enough dragon oil," Trisha measured a few drops and poured it in, "Now just stir slowly and. there!" The potion was much thicker than before.
"Oh. thanks! How do you know this? You're only five it looks like."
"I am only five, but I studied this already."
"So you're like some advanced genius child?"
"Uh. sure."
"Cool!"
"Right." Trisha eyed the girl before walking away.
The rest of the class went fairly well and surprisingly the students behaved for Trisha. Snape looked up finally when class began to clear. Was there students actually. trying to stay?
"I know, I know," he heard Trisha say to a few Hufflepuffs, "You can come and visit me and I'll see to it about my headache potion."
Finally the group left and Trisha walked over to Snape, "That was fun."
"What was that about?"
"What was what about?"
"That 'come and visit me' line."
"Nothing really. I heard a few girls saw they were getting headaches often and that the potion Madam Pomfrey gives them only works for an hour or two. You know that one girl you were yelling at. Ms. Key. Diana? She's very good working with potions. She might have a career in them."
The fifth years began to show and fill the classroom. Then Trisha saw him, Harry Potter. Another instinct began to take over. It was saying, 'Gain his trust' 'Gain his trust then make your move'.
Trisha shook her head and whispered to herself, "Yeah gain his trust."
The class was seated and Snape stood up, "Ms. Snape here is going to watch over the class while I sit at my desk and go through essays. Any trouble and you'll get detention."
Snape walked back to his desk leaving Trisha to handle the group of very confused students.
"Ok," Trisha started, "Yes I know I am only five years old." She thought for a moment and kept with the story the third year Hufflepuff gave, "So I'm like an advance genius child. Yes, I am related to Snape. I am his daughter." The whole room gasped. "And I will be helping you today."
Trisha looked at Malfoy who went absolutely pale. She smiled at him making him even whiter.
"Get to work!" Trisha barked.
The classroom grew alive and people were grabbing for things. Trisha began to walk around again. Everything was fairly in order. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing. except this one Gryffindor.
"Excuse me Mr.."
"Longbottom," he shied.
"You do know that your potion is suppose to be orange not green right?"
"Y-Yeah."
Trisha scooted closer and grabbed a few honeyweeds then placed them in the cauldron and took the stirrer from Neville and began to stir slower then he had. It slowly turned green like it was suppose to. She handed the stirrer back to him.
"See, just keep stirring very slowly and it will stay that color."
Neville looked surprised that he didn't get yelled at, "T-Thanks."
Trisha smiled, "You're welcome. And don't be afraid to ask if the potion starts to turn colors again."
Neville nodded and Trisha began walking around the room again. She walked over toward Draco and he had a sneer on his face.
"So you're Professor Snape's kid."
"Yes," Trisha glared at him.
"I bet you're daddy's little girl."
"No more than you are," she smirked and Crabbe and Goyle began to snicker.
"Shut up!" Malfoy yelled at his two heavies, "You're lucky you're his kid."
"Oh don't let that stop you. Please if you want to try something go right ahead."
"I might hurt you and get detention. It's not worth it."
"For one thing Malfoy, you couldn't hurt me with the puny spells you produce. And second, if you're father could not beat me then you definitely cannot."
Draco's eyes narrowed, "And when did you battle my father?"
Trisha's glare went into a smirk, "Oh a few times. And I managed to beat the shit out of him so don't give me any trouble."
She left before he could even answer back. Trisha headed to where Harry was sitting with his two friends. She stood behind him and pulled out his book she had snatched from the bookcase.
"Hey," she called from behind him.
Harry looked behind him, "Huh? Oh, hello."
"Is this yours?" Trisha held out the book keeping it from Snape's view.
"Yeah! Snape snatched it from me last week! I've been trying to get it back!"
Trisha put the book under his seat, "If he finds it missing blame it on me, but take it back."
"Thanks!" Harry smiled.
"No problem."
"So, you're Snape's kid?"
"Yeah."
"Poor you."
Trisha giggled, "It isn't as bad as one would think, but I get the point. Now back to your potion before he yells at you."
Harry went back to work and Trisha went back to wondering the isles. She eyed Neville every now and then. It looked like he was getting the hang of it.
There was a knock at the door and Dumbledore strode in. He walked over to Snape and whispered in his ear, "Can I see you for a moment Severus? It's very important."
Snape looked irritated, but nodded when he saw the troubled look in his eyes, "Fine, Trisha can look after my class."
Dumbledore finally noticed Trisha walking around the classroom giving help. He smiled, "Very gifted. Now come with me."
The two headed for the door but Snape turned around and gave one last warning, "If any of you cause trouble you will ALL have detention!" With that he followed Dumbledore out of the room leaving Trisha in charge.