The Mirror of Erised
Chapter Nine
By Jewel Little Bird
Snape walked down the hall, going over every form of apology he'd ever learned, from simply saying, "I'm sorry," to getting on his knees and begging for mercy. Once he looked into Fleur's eyes, he'd know which one to use.
He hoped he wouldn't have to beg. He did enough of that for Voldemort.
He opened the door to her classroom and saw her sitting at her desk, carefully grading papers. She didn't look up. "Bonjour, Professor," she said, her voice colder than an iceburg. "'Ow may I 'elp you?"
He walked up to her desk, placed his hands on it, and leaned forward. He waited until she looked him in the eye. Good; he wouldn't need to beg. "I've come to apologize for my behavior yesterday."
Her eyes remained emotionless as she remained silent.
"I had a rather terrible day, yesterday, and was looking for someone to blame, so to speak. Unfortunately for both of us, it turned out to be you. I would like to call a truce."
She raised an eyebrow. "And your ulterior motive is to make sure I don't shred you again."
"Yes, and I have my reasons, all of which have nothing to do with the pain. That's something I've been able to handle for a long time."
She laced her fingers together and leaned back in her chair, never taking her eyes from his. It was completely silent in the room for a long moment. Finally, she nodded. "Apology accepted." She smiled evilly; a hint of wings appeared behind her. "Cross me again, and you won't live zrough it. Undairstand?"
He smiled right back. Claws or not, she didn't scare him. He'd seen worse. "Understood."
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End of Chapter Nine
Snape walked down the hall, going over every form of apology he'd ever learned, from simply saying, "I'm sorry," to getting on his knees and begging for mercy. Once he looked into Fleur's eyes, he'd know which one to use.
He hoped he wouldn't have to beg. He did enough of that for Voldemort.
He opened the door to her classroom and saw her sitting at her desk, carefully grading papers. She didn't look up. "Bonjour, Professor," she said, her voice colder than an iceburg. "'Ow may I 'elp you?"
He walked up to her desk, placed his hands on it, and leaned forward. He waited until she looked him in the eye. Good; he wouldn't need to beg. "I've come to apologize for my behavior yesterday."
Her eyes remained emotionless as she remained silent.
"I had a rather terrible day, yesterday, and was looking for someone to blame, so to speak. Unfortunately for both of us, it turned out to be you. I would like to call a truce."
She raised an eyebrow. "And your ulterior motive is to make sure I don't shred you again."
"Yes, and I have my reasons, all of which have nothing to do with the pain. That's something I've been able to handle for a long time."
She laced her fingers together and leaned back in her chair, never taking her eyes from his. It was completely silent in the room for a long moment. Finally, she nodded. "Apology accepted." She smiled evilly; a hint of wings appeared behind her. "Cross me again, and you won't live zrough it. Undairstand?"
He smiled right back. Claws or not, she didn't scare him. He'd seen worse. "Understood."
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End of Chapter Nine