"Severus!" Stopping mid-lecture, Snape was about to glare down the damn female who was interrupting him. Then he realized who it was.
"Not in here," he growled before she could take another breath. "Turn your pages and read the chapter you were supposed ot read last night, or you'll all have detention tonight."
"Severus Snape, I can't believe you did that," Owena hissed at him angrily when he closed the classroom door.
"Threatening my students with detention?" Snape asked, vaguely amused.
"No! You left Jane alone, and now Fudge has whisked her off to some damn Catholic orphanage! Here are the papers you'll need to get her released. Now get your ass out there and get her back here before MacNair finds out that she's alone and vunerable!"
"And why does it have to be me?" Snape demanded, but Owena was giving her knowing look, and even he could not escape the effects.
"Why are you still here?" Owena asked. Giving her one last glare, Snape took the papaers she had handed him, and left. He was very certain she would go in and take over his class, which would mean lost points for Slytherin, and added points to Gryffindor. As if his day could not get any worse.
Reaching Hogsmeade, he studied the picture of the orphanage, and when he was certain he had the place memorized, he closed his eyes and Apparated. When he opened them once more, he was standing in the drive of a squat white building. He glanced at the ridiculous architecture, noting how out of place this mexican style building was.
Forcing himself to get it over with, Snape marched up the drive, and prepared himself to be set upon by muggles. He barked at the nun who met him at the door, making her flinch and run to find the Mother Superior. Stupid muggles.
The Mother Superior came with the nun he had frightened, and much to his relief, Jane was with them. She avoided his eyes, and he wondered if he looked half as angry as he felt. "i'm not angry at her," he reminded himself, and calmed down.
"And how may we help you?" the Mother Superior asked.
"I am Jane's guardian, and I came to get her back. The man who brought her here did so without my permission."
"You are her guardian?" the Mother Superior asked, looking from Jane to Snape. Jane finally spoke up.
"He's not my father, just my guardian." Her normally soft voice was merely a whisper.
"Then you have papers to prove this?" the nun asked, now all business. Muggles.
While the two women reviewed his papers, Snape watched Jane. She refused to look at him, and the game of eye-tag was wearying. What was wrong with her now? The nuns returned, the Mother Superior looking a bit suspicious.
"These are the correct papers. You may go home with him, Jane. I'm sorry for the trouble. God bless you."
Severus muttered something non-committal in reply, and took Jane's hand. He walked along the drive until he was certain neither woman could see them anymore. Turning to look down on Jane, he instructed her,
"Hold on tight." Then he Apparated back to the edge of Hogsmeade. Of course he did not splinch them, he was far too good for that. Jane said nothing, not even commenting on the new experience.
"Explain yourself," Snape demanded. Jane looked up then, a question on her lips, but he overrode her. "Why did you go with someone who was not myself? I have told you, you cannot leave the rooms."
"But he was the Minister-"
"I don't care if it's God, you don't ever leave those quarters! Do you realize how much danger you were in? I don't know why I agreed to take care of you."
Even though he was not done, Jane had stopped listening. He hated her. Oh no. No, no, no. Not again. Jane felt her heart stop, felt her head swimming, and vaguely, she heard him demand to know what was wrong with her now. She felt blackness descend like a sudden shower of rain.
"Not in here," he growled before she could take another breath. "Turn your pages and read the chapter you were supposed ot read last night, or you'll all have detention tonight."
"Severus Snape, I can't believe you did that," Owena hissed at him angrily when he closed the classroom door.
"Threatening my students with detention?" Snape asked, vaguely amused.
"No! You left Jane alone, and now Fudge has whisked her off to some damn Catholic orphanage! Here are the papers you'll need to get her released. Now get your ass out there and get her back here before MacNair finds out that she's alone and vunerable!"
"And why does it have to be me?" Snape demanded, but Owena was giving her knowing look, and even he could not escape the effects.
"Why are you still here?" Owena asked. Giving her one last glare, Snape took the papaers she had handed him, and left. He was very certain she would go in and take over his class, which would mean lost points for Slytherin, and added points to Gryffindor. As if his day could not get any worse.
Reaching Hogsmeade, he studied the picture of the orphanage, and when he was certain he had the place memorized, he closed his eyes and Apparated. When he opened them once more, he was standing in the drive of a squat white building. He glanced at the ridiculous architecture, noting how out of place this mexican style building was.
Forcing himself to get it over with, Snape marched up the drive, and prepared himself to be set upon by muggles. He barked at the nun who met him at the door, making her flinch and run to find the Mother Superior. Stupid muggles.
The Mother Superior came with the nun he had frightened, and much to his relief, Jane was with them. She avoided his eyes, and he wondered if he looked half as angry as he felt. "i'm not angry at her," he reminded himself, and calmed down.
"And how may we help you?" the Mother Superior asked.
"I am Jane's guardian, and I came to get her back. The man who brought her here did so without my permission."
"You are her guardian?" the Mother Superior asked, looking from Jane to Snape. Jane finally spoke up.
"He's not my father, just my guardian." Her normally soft voice was merely a whisper.
"Then you have papers to prove this?" the nun asked, now all business. Muggles.
While the two women reviewed his papers, Snape watched Jane. She refused to look at him, and the game of eye-tag was wearying. What was wrong with her now? The nuns returned, the Mother Superior looking a bit suspicious.
"These are the correct papers. You may go home with him, Jane. I'm sorry for the trouble. God bless you."
Severus muttered something non-committal in reply, and took Jane's hand. He walked along the drive until he was certain neither woman could see them anymore. Turning to look down on Jane, he instructed her,
"Hold on tight." Then he Apparated back to the edge of Hogsmeade. Of course he did not splinch them, he was far too good for that. Jane said nothing, not even commenting on the new experience.
"Explain yourself," Snape demanded. Jane looked up then, a question on her lips, but he overrode her. "Why did you go with someone who was not myself? I have told you, you cannot leave the rooms."
"But he was the Minister-"
"I don't care if it's God, you don't ever leave those quarters! Do you realize how much danger you were in? I don't know why I agreed to take care of you."
Even though he was not done, Jane had stopped listening. He hated her. Oh no. No, no, no. Not again. Jane felt her heart stop, felt her head swimming, and vaguely, she heard him demand to know what was wrong with her now. She felt blackness descend like a sudden shower of rain.