Anyway, I'm having a total writing craving, and I'm on a role, so I suppose
that two of my chapters might be up in one taking, perhaps even three.
Depends. (NO! Not the granny diapers . ) Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first
chapter and even considered commenting on my horrible writing. It's 9:05 at
night, and I have bloody homework, so I blame you all for failing!
Disclaimer: Raie Black and Vera Nethers. All others are the ingenious works of J.K. Rowling.
Rating: PG-13 * giggles * for now!
Chapter 2- A Misconcepted Idea
Raie woke up, craving a piece of toast, with peanut butter spread chunkily over the crispy top. Thinking about it made her mouth water intolerably. She bolted up in bed and looked around in the dorm.
It was empty.
She looked at the watch on her wrist, and gasped. The time read 10:45, whilest classes started at 9:30. She made a nervous face and dashed to the dorm's bathroom. She clapped, turning on the sink, and scrubbed her face scruffily. She used the latrine, and ran back to her trunk. She looked on a nearby chair, seeing a Gryffindor tie, scarf, and sweater vest rested neatly upon it. She pulled herself together, tieing the tie sloppily and combing her hair with her fingers. She deliberately forgot her makeup and ran out of the dorm and down the stairs, still trying to do up her shoe buckle, hoping on one foot.
"Bloody hell!" she yelled out angrily, realizing she didn't know what the first class of the day for her was, for she missed breakfast, there for not getting her schedule.
She massaged her neck, and looked around the common room quickly, eyes darting, searching for a spare schedule. After seconds of search she gave up and stomped out of the common room, having no idea where to go. She tried to invision the path she had come from the night before, but looking both directions, everything seemed the same.
She gave a frustrated grunt and felt panic rumble in her stomach and chest.
"Well this is the shit," she said, rubbing her head, and looking around. "What the fu" - but she stopped herself before she could curse.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad," she repeated dozens of times, over and over again, as she chose to turn left and see where it took her.
She found a staircase that lead downwards, and she took the advantage and dashed down it. Looking both ways, she looked for yet another leading down, and spotted one at the end of the hall. She looked to the right, then the left, and sprinted down the hall, her shoe flying off as she tried to gain speed.
"BUGGER!" she swore loudly, falling and crawling around, trying to locate her lost shoe.
"Every man is an island, Severus, but don't you feel as if you need some sort of love in your life?" a voice said, carrying down from the opposite side of the hall.
Raie froze, for one, knowing that someone may see her, and second, Professor Snape was there.
"If there was one person in this world that could satisfy my needs, I could and never will have her," Raie heard him sigh reluctantly.
"Really, Severus, you can tell me anything, is there anyone you have your eyes laid upon?" the opposing voice said, with trust in it huskily.
"I think, and - what in Merlin's name are YOU doing out of class?" Snape yelled, spoting Raie, sprawled out on her stomach, legs out behind her, arms infront, reaching for her lost shoe.
"Getting my shoe?" she answered, in more of a question.
"What are you doing out of class?" he growled once more, and Raie quickly grabbed her shoe and pulled it on, tightening the buckle so tight because of nerves, it almost cut the circulation off.
"I didn't get a schedule this morning," she said honestly, leaving out the part of over sleeping "You want to know why? Because you weren't at breakfast this morning," he sneered angrily, grabbing Raie by the shoulder and pulling her up, her height almost matching his broad shoulders.
"Yeah I know --, wait, how did you know I wasn't there?" Raie said, turning her head to look up into his face, with lines of concentration erupting.
"Uhhh - one of your prefects reported it to me," he said, which was a flat out lie. Raie knew better.
"Why would one of Gryffindor's prefects go to a Slytherin Head of House, instead of their own?" Raie said matter of factly, happy to have caught Snape off guard.
Her head swelled with thoughts that made her feel tingly. Was he looking for me? And didn't notice me, realizing I wasn't there?
Snape made a 'none of your business' face, and Raie took the hint instantly.
"Sorry sir, I apologise," she said, simply meaning it, but wanting to give him more then just an apologizing. She wanted to give him something in a physical manner.
"5 points from Gryffindor for your cheek," he said, offhandly, turning to his partner, the new History of Magic professor.
Raie, for some reason, rubbed her cheek, antagonizing Snape so, that he blushed.
"If you'll follow us, we'll find Professor Dumbledore, and we shall go see about your schedule, and hopefully, a detention." He said, walking off infront of Raie, with his colleague.
"Your rude." Raie blurted out, covering her mouth instantly realizing what a foolish thing she had just done.
He turned around quickly, face close to Raie's.
"I have done but nothing to make you upset, and it's rude to walk off infront of someone, as if shunning," Raie said, regaining composure from his face so close to her.
How she wanted to lean forward and playfully bite his obvious Italian nose. How she wanted to place her lips upon his. She shook her head out of habit, demolishing the thoughts she so wanted to keep plastered in her mind.
"Do you want more points removed?" he said through gritted teeth, glancing at the other professor.
Raie shook her head no, and Snape turned around.
She perpousley fell behind, making little noise with her shoes. When Snape and the opposing professor were a good distance ahead, Raie turned quickly and ran up the stairs and back to her Common Room, breathing the password, "Dastardly Deed,".
She ran in and plopped herself on a couch. She sighed, knowing how much trouble and degressing pain she was about to expiriance.
But for some reason, her mind was diverted back to Professor Snape, who she did not know at all, and yet he seemed to despise her. She sighed, wanting to hear his soothsaying, seductive words whispered in her ear, yet it seemed hopeless. All she knew is that she was going to get a good flogging from the "Master of Potions," yet she couldn't help but wander what else he was "Master" at.
She heard Vera's voice in her head, saying "Don't fall for the wrong one, it will only create chaos,"
Raie blurted outloud, "Now I'M the one hearing voices,"
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Disclaimer: Raie Black and Vera Nethers. All others are the ingenious works of J.K. Rowling.
Rating: PG-13 * giggles * for now!
Chapter 2- A Misconcepted Idea
Raie woke up, craving a piece of toast, with peanut butter spread chunkily over the crispy top. Thinking about it made her mouth water intolerably. She bolted up in bed and looked around in the dorm.
It was empty.
She looked at the watch on her wrist, and gasped. The time read 10:45, whilest classes started at 9:30. She made a nervous face and dashed to the dorm's bathroom. She clapped, turning on the sink, and scrubbed her face scruffily. She used the latrine, and ran back to her trunk. She looked on a nearby chair, seeing a Gryffindor tie, scarf, and sweater vest rested neatly upon it. She pulled herself together, tieing the tie sloppily and combing her hair with her fingers. She deliberately forgot her makeup and ran out of the dorm and down the stairs, still trying to do up her shoe buckle, hoping on one foot.
"Bloody hell!" she yelled out angrily, realizing she didn't know what the first class of the day for her was, for she missed breakfast, there for not getting her schedule.
She massaged her neck, and looked around the common room quickly, eyes darting, searching for a spare schedule. After seconds of search she gave up and stomped out of the common room, having no idea where to go. She tried to invision the path she had come from the night before, but looking both directions, everything seemed the same.
She gave a frustrated grunt and felt panic rumble in her stomach and chest.
"Well this is the shit," she said, rubbing her head, and looking around. "What the fu" - but she stopped herself before she could curse.
"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad," she repeated dozens of times, over and over again, as she chose to turn left and see where it took her.
She found a staircase that lead downwards, and she took the advantage and dashed down it. Looking both ways, she looked for yet another leading down, and spotted one at the end of the hall. She looked to the right, then the left, and sprinted down the hall, her shoe flying off as she tried to gain speed.
"BUGGER!" she swore loudly, falling and crawling around, trying to locate her lost shoe.
"Every man is an island, Severus, but don't you feel as if you need some sort of love in your life?" a voice said, carrying down from the opposite side of the hall.
Raie froze, for one, knowing that someone may see her, and second, Professor Snape was there.
"If there was one person in this world that could satisfy my needs, I could and never will have her," Raie heard him sigh reluctantly.
"Really, Severus, you can tell me anything, is there anyone you have your eyes laid upon?" the opposing voice said, with trust in it huskily.
"I think, and - what in Merlin's name are YOU doing out of class?" Snape yelled, spoting Raie, sprawled out on her stomach, legs out behind her, arms infront, reaching for her lost shoe.
"Getting my shoe?" she answered, in more of a question.
"What are you doing out of class?" he growled once more, and Raie quickly grabbed her shoe and pulled it on, tightening the buckle so tight because of nerves, it almost cut the circulation off.
"I didn't get a schedule this morning," she said honestly, leaving out the part of over sleeping "You want to know why? Because you weren't at breakfast this morning," he sneered angrily, grabbing Raie by the shoulder and pulling her up, her height almost matching his broad shoulders.
"Yeah I know --, wait, how did you know I wasn't there?" Raie said, turning her head to look up into his face, with lines of concentration erupting.
"Uhhh - one of your prefects reported it to me," he said, which was a flat out lie. Raie knew better.
"Why would one of Gryffindor's prefects go to a Slytherin Head of House, instead of their own?" Raie said matter of factly, happy to have caught Snape off guard.
Her head swelled with thoughts that made her feel tingly. Was he looking for me? And didn't notice me, realizing I wasn't there?
Snape made a 'none of your business' face, and Raie took the hint instantly.
"Sorry sir, I apologise," she said, simply meaning it, but wanting to give him more then just an apologizing. She wanted to give him something in a physical manner.
"5 points from Gryffindor for your cheek," he said, offhandly, turning to his partner, the new History of Magic professor.
Raie, for some reason, rubbed her cheek, antagonizing Snape so, that he blushed.
"If you'll follow us, we'll find Professor Dumbledore, and we shall go see about your schedule, and hopefully, a detention." He said, walking off infront of Raie, with his colleague.
"Your rude." Raie blurted out, covering her mouth instantly realizing what a foolish thing she had just done.
He turned around quickly, face close to Raie's.
"I have done but nothing to make you upset, and it's rude to walk off infront of someone, as if shunning," Raie said, regaining composure from his face so close to her.
How she wanted to lean forward and playfully bite his obvious Italian nose. How she wanted to place her lips upon his. She shook her head out of habit, demolishing the thoughts she so wanted to keep plastered in her mind.
"Do you want more points removed?" he said through gritted teeth, glancing at the other professor.
Raie shook her head no, and Snape turned around.
She perpousley fell behind, making little noise with her shoes. When Snape and the opposing professor were a good distance ahead, Raie turned quickly and ran up the stairs and back to her Common Room, breathing the password, "Dastardly Deed,".
She ran in and plopped herself on a couch. She sighed, knowing how much trouble and degressing pain she was about to expiriance.
But for some reason, her mind was diverted back to Professor Snape, who she did not know at all, and yet he seemed to despise her. She sighed, wanting to hear his soothsaying, seductive words whispered in her ear, yet it seemed hopeless. All she knew is that she was going to get a good flogging from the "Master of Potions," yet she couldn't help but wander what else he was "Master" at.
She heard Vera's voice in her head, saying "Don't fall for the wrong one, it will only create chaos,"
Raie blurted outloud, "Now I'M the one hearing voices,"
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