I disclaim it all..cept Samantha..she's mine..so are the other OC's, but
that's cuz they're OC's....on with the story. (It's really late here).
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When she awoke, she realized she had fallen asleep at the desk. Caribe was sleeping on his perch, so she showered. When she emerged, she donned her Brisham robes, which were midnight blue, with a silver "B" stitched onto the right breast.
She fed Caribe and walked to the Great Hall with him on her shoulder. Since it was only 6:45, there was practically no one in the halls.
She entered the Great Hall to find most of the teachers sitting at the head table. She noted that the pale, thin woman on Dumbledore's left was eyeing her. Probably Gryffindor, she thought.
She took her seat next to her father and was marveled when little creatures delivered her food. She leaned over to Severus.
"At Brisham, it's buffet-style; not this servant stuff. I could get used to this." He hid a smirk and concentrated on the entering students. A few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, followed by what looked like the entire Hufflepuff house. This was normal, but it always seemed like they traveled as one. But that was their nature, he reminded himself.
At five after seven o'clock, the rest of Slytherin house came in, much to Snape's chagrin. Samantha noticed, but she also noticed he was doing nothing about it; well, she would. She stood up and called out.
"Slytherin prefects will see me after breakfast," she said, attracting "the look" from her father. "I will be found in the Conference Hall." With that, she left, leaving almost-smiles on every Gryffindor's face, and definite scowls on the Slytherins.
At 7:30, she opened the door to the Conference Hall and was mildly surprised to find them waiting for her.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, we seemed to keep running into each other. Would you care to explain the tardiness of nearly everyone in your house?"
Anger flashed in his eyes; briefly, but she caught it and smiled inwardly.
"We were accosted in the hall by Gryffindors; Potter and his gang-" it had sounded good on the way here, but there was one flaw.
"Mr. Potter and company were on time, early even. And I refuse to believe that even The-Boy-Who-Lived is a match for most of Slytherin house."
Malfoy was stumped and shocked. In one fell swoop, she had insulted him and praised his house. She was definitely a Snape, but he couldn't figure out why she hated him. She doesn't like Potter much either, he told himself.
"Mr. Malfoy?" she turned to the others, "Miss Parkinson? Why were you late?" She had to refrain from using "y'all;" she had been in Texas too long. "No one is leaving here until I get a satisfactory answer. I can stay in here all day; I won't have make-up work to do." Silence filled the room.
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When she awoke, she realized she had fallen asleep at the desk. Caribe was sleeping on his perch, so she showered. When she emerged, she donned her Brisham robes, which were midnight blue, with a silver "B" stitched onto the right breast.
She fed Caribe and walked to the Great Hall with him on her shoulder. Since it was only 6:45, there was practically no one in the halls.
She entered the Great Hall to find most of the teachers sitting at the head table. She noted that the pale, thin woman on Dumbledore's left was eyeing her. Probably Gryffindor, she thought.
She took her seat next to her father and was marveled when little creatures delivered her food. She leaned over to Severus.
"At Brisham, it's buffet-style; not this servant stuff. I could get used to this." He hid a smirk and concentrated on the entering students. A few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, followed by what looked like the entire Hufflepuff house. This was normal, but it always seemed like they traveled as one. But that was their nature, he reminded himself.
At five after seven o'clock, the rest of Slytherin house came in, much to Snape's chagrin. Samantha noticed, but she also noticed he was doing nothing about it; well, she would. She stood up and called out.
"Slytherin prefects will see me after breakfast," she said, attracting "the look" from her father. "I will be found in the Conference Hall." With that, she left, leaving almost-smiles on every Gryffindor's face, and definite scowls on the Slytherins.
At 7:30, she opened the door to the Conference Hall and was mildly surprised to find them waiting for her.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, we seemed to keep running into each other. Would you care to explain the tardiness of nearly everyone in your house?"
Anger flashed in his eyes; briefly, but she caught it and smiled inwardly.
"We were accosted in the hall by Gryffindors; Potter and his gang-" it had sounded good on the way here, but there was one flaw.
"Mr. Potter and company were on time, early even. And I refuse to believe that even The-Boy-Who-Lived is a match for most of Slytherin house."
Malfoy was stumped and shocked. In one fell swoop, she had insulted him and praised his house. She was definitely a Snape, but he couldn't figure out why she hated him. She doesn't like Potter much either, he told himself.
"Mr. Malfoy?" she turned to the others, "Miss Parkinson? Why were you late?" She had to refrain from using "y'all;" she had been in Texas too long. "No one is leaving here until I get a satisfactory answer. I can stay in here all day; I won't have make-up work to do." Silence filled the room.