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~ Katya's Thoughts ~

Dear Journal,

Today I had my first lesson with Sev, er, I mean Professor Snape. It went quite well, I think. But about a half-hour into the lesson he suddenly grabbed his arm in pain. He sent me to get Dumbledore and when we returned they asked me to leave. I'm afraid I got a little too curious for my own good and did a little eavesdropping. What I heard, however, only made me want to know more. This is how the conversation went:

Dumbledore: "Well, Severus, what is it?" (Why can Dumbledore call him that and I can't?)

Snape: "It's my arm again, Professor."

Dumbledore: "Oh, yes, yes, I can see the cause of your discomfort. Is it just me or is it darker than usual?"

Snape: "I'm afraid you are correct, Professor. I don't understand. I made it quite clear that I wouldn't be able to attend during the day! I told them students would begin to suspect if I clutched my arm and left in the middle of class. He said he was already aware of that and would try to avoid daytime meetings."

Dumbledore: "Well, think of who we are talking about. Anyway, maybe it's urgent. I suggest you go Severus, you may find out some important information."

Snape: "Yes, you are probably right. Then I'll be off. Please apologize to Professor Poiston for me."

Dumbledore: "That I'll do. Now go before you miss something."

That's when I heard steps towards the door and quickly ran up here. I wonder what they were talking about. Where did Se- Professor Snape go and what was darker than usual? I'm going to try and find out.

Speaking of Professor, oh this is ridiculous! This is my journal, which he will never see, so I will call him whatever I wish. Anyway, today my classes went well, until it came time to teach the Slytherin seventh-years. They are the most ill behaved students I have ever seen! Even worse than some of the students at The Salem Academy! And I thought that was impossible. I still remember the time during my first year when Carmel Petri put a Bogart in Miss Stret's desk! I thought it was an absolutely horrid thing to do. But then what I thought didn't matter back then. I was just shy, little Katya. The girl whose hair was dipped in ink about five times a day. But oh how everyone wanted to be me those last couple of years! It still amazes me how I went from shy, picked-on Katya to fun, popular Katya practically overnight! I mean, I didn't even do anything but make friends with a couple students my fifth year. I guess I just picked the right friends. Anyway, I had Snape go talk to them for me. Then he gave some advice: "if you want your students to respect you don't go running to other teachers with your problems." It's good advice I suppose, but he didn't have to give it in such a rude manner. I nearly lost my composure! I wish he would just get over the fact that I got the DADA job and try to like me. I mean, I'm trying to look past his intimidating and rude demeanor and am trying to like him. Oh poo, someone's knocking. Probably Dumbledore coming to apologize for Snape.

Katya

A/N: yes I know it's short and I'm sorry. I just thought I'd give you all a little taste of Katya's past! Reviews are welcome but flames will be returned. J/K but seriously: Don't flame me!