"My name is Rebecca Belladonna Snape and I will be your potions professor
while my father is gone. I suppose you would like to hear a little of my
history?"
"Yes please," the class chorused.
"Very well," said she, and set to pacing the room.
"I was dual enrolled for my education, something that is not uncommon amongst American Muggles, in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, taking my residence in the former. Upon graduation, I moved to America for a short period of time, where I continued my education. There, the Muggles have a religious order of Witches and Wizards called Wicca. Don't let anyone fool you," she remarked, turning to the class sharply. "Some of those Muggles who call themselves Wiccan are pretty talented and the theory goes that they were meant to be an integral part of this order and that is why they never received their letter."
Continuing her pacing, she recommenced. "I was initiated to their highest level, something they called Third Degree and became an adept. Much like you Miss Granger," Rebecca said with a pointed look.
Hermione blushed and the professor persisted. "I became a High Priestess and an expert at their version of the Dark Arts, something I carefully hid. They all knew me as Belisama, but it was my followers who gave me the title of Princess of Darkness." She paused, rolling up her sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. "And I wouldn't wonder."
Rolling her sleeve back down, Rebecca looked straight at Parvati. "Miss Patil, you seem to have an interesting, if not divine, name. Could you perhaps tell me who Belisama is?"
"I - I don't know," she faltered.
"You, Miss Brown?"
"I don't know either," Lavender admitted.
The professor looked straight at Hermione. "Surely you know, Miss Granger?"
"I'll give it a shot," said Hermione, shrugging. "Wasn't she a Celtic fire Goddess?"
"Very good, Miss Granger. 20 points to Gryffindor." Rebecca resumed her pacing. "As for the less important matters, I was a Prefect and later Head Girl at Beauxbatons. I was also a Chaser and captain of my house's Quidditch team. Any questions?"
"Yes please," the class chorused.
"Very well," said she, and set to pacing the room.
"I was dual enrolled for my education, something that is not uncommon amongst American Muggles, in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, taking my residence in the former. Upon graduation, I moved to America for a short period of time, where I continued my education. There, the Muggles have a religious order of Witches and Wizards called Wicca. Don't let anyone fool you," she remarked, turning to the class sharply. "Some of those Muggles who call themselves Wiccan are pretty talented and the theory goes that they were meant to be an integral part of this order and that is why they never received their letter."
Continuing her pacing, she recommenced. "I was initiated to their highest level, something they called Third Degree and became an adept. Much like you Miss Granger," Rebecca said with a pointed look.
Hermione blushed and the professor persisted. "I became a High Priestess and an expert at their version of the Dark Arts, something I carefully hid. They all knew me as Belisama, but it was my followers who gave me the title of Princess of Darkness." She paused, rolling up her sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark. "And I wouldn't wonder."
Rolling her sleeve back down, Rebecca looked straight at Parvati. "Miss Patil, you seem to have an interesting, if not divine, name. Could you perhaps tell me who Belisama is?"
"I - I don't know," she faltered.
"You, Miss Brown?"
"I don't know either," Lavender admitted.
The professor looked straight at Hermione. "Surely you know, Miss Granger?"
"I'll give it a shot," said Hermione, shrugging. "Wasn't she a Celtic fire Goddess?"
"Very good, Miss Granger. 20 points to Gryffindor." Rebecca resumed her pacing. "As for the less important matters, I was a Prefect and later Head Girl at Beauxbatons. I was also a Chaser and captain of my house's Quidditch team. Any questions?"