Nikita went back into the school, into the office and into her closet. She curled up on the floor and thought about living with Derick as she fell asleep.
The week went by slowly. Nikita packed some of her stuff during the week so that she had less to carry on Monday. She made sure to hide her bags as much as possible so that her dad didn't find them when he was in there.
Thursday night, as Nikita was packing, Professor Snape came into his office. Someone was with him.
"But Professor Snape, I wasn't doing anything more than going to the library," said a familiar girls voice.
"I don't care, Granger! You're not supposed to be out this late. You will have detension." Nikita heard scribbling on parchment. She started pushing her bags into a corner of the closet.
"What's that noise in your closet?" Hermione asked, walking towards the closet.
There was knock on the door. Hermione stopped in her tracks and turned around.
"Come in," Snape said.
Professor Dumbledore walked in.
"I don't mean to be rude, Albus, but you do seem to come in at inappropriate times," Snape said.
"I have my reasons." Dumbledore smiled. "And the detension you're filling out there is not necessary. This is a first time offense, so it will be wavered."
Hermione gulped. She knew Dumbledore was lying to Snape right in front of her, but she didn't want the detension. So, she kept quiet.
"Albus..." Snape was silenced by Dumbledore raising his eyebrows.
Dumbledore nodded at Hermione and she nodded back. She then left the room. Snape sighed and also left the room.
"Nikita?" Dumbledore said, to the closet door.
"Yes, Professor?" Nikita responded.
"Are you ready to have some of your belongings sent to Derick's house?"
"As long as he knows they're coming."
"I told him just before I came in here."
"Alright then." Nikita grabbed her bags and pulled them next to the closet door. She opened the door and pushed them out onto the floor. "That's it for now."
Dumbledore pointed his wand at her bags and whispered a spell that was very indistinct to Nikita. Her bags disappeared.
"One question." Nikita was a bit confused.
"Yes?"
"Where are my bags going to?"
"Derick's closet." Dumbledore smiled. "I'll be off then. There are many things I need to do yet." Nikita nodded and he left.
The week went by slowly. Nikita packed some of her stuff during the week so that she had less to carry on Monday. She made sure to hide her bags as much as possible so that her dad didn't find them when he was in there.
Thursday night, as Nikita was packing, Professor Snape came into his office. Someone was with him.
"But Professor Snape, I wasn't doing anything more than going to the library," said a familiar girls voice.
"I don't care, Granger! You're not supposed to be out this late. You will have detension." Nikita heard scribbling on parchment. She started pushing her bags into a corner of the closet.
"What's that noise in your closet?" Hermione asked, walking towards the closet.
There was knock on the door. Hermione stopped in her tracks and turned around.
"Come in," Snape said.
Professor Dumbledore walked in.
"I don't mean to be rude, Albus, but you do seem to come in at inappropriate times," Snape said.
"I have my reasons." Dumbledore smiled. "And the detension you're filling out there is not necessary. This is a first time offense, so it will be wavered."
Hermione gulped. She knew Dumbledore was lying to Snape right in front of her, but she didn't want the detension. So, she kept quiet.
"Albus..." Snape was silenced by Dumbledore raising his eyebrows.
Dumbledore nodded at Hermione and she nodded back. She then left the room. Snape sighed and also left the room.
"Nikita?" Dumbledore said, to the closet door.
"Yes, Professor?" Nikita responded.
"Are you ready to have some of your belongings sent to Derick's house?"
"As long as he knows they're coming."
"I told him just before I came in here."
"Alright then." Nikita grabbed her bags and pulled them next to the closet door. She opened the door and pushed them out onto the floor. "That's it for now."
Dumbledore pointed his wand at her bags and whispered a spell that was very indistinct to Nikita. Her bags disappeared.
"One question." Nikita was a bit confused.
"Yes?"
"Where are my bags going to?"
"Derick's closet." Dumbledore smiled. "I'll be off then. There are many things I need to do yet." Nikita nodded and he left.