Tirza followed Snape into the store, her eyes wide. "Mr. Snape, I'm
surprised to see you out and about. What can I get for you?" the older man
at the counter asked. "I need some new cauldrons; my students continue to
melt them or cause them to explode," Snape replied. He watched warily as
Tirza investigated every inch of the shop. "What can I get for you, miss?"
"I'm with him," she indicated Snape, her dark eyes still soaking in
everything. "Merlin's sake Tirza, do not touch anything," Snape warned. The
shopkeeper shot Snape a puzzled look. "She's with you sir?" Snape nodded.
"She's my daughter." The old man looked at Snape, then at Tirza. "Ah yes, I
see the resemblance now." Snape, tired of nosy questions purchased the
cauldrons and dragged Tirza from the store. Her eyes caught sight of the
robe store. "Oh, can we go there, please!" A clothing store was certainly
the last place he wanted to be. "Is it necessary that we go there?" She
nodded. "Come on," she attempted to pull him along.
"Welcome little miss, welcome! Can I help you find something?" the woman asked. "Yeah, I want a really pretty robe please." The woman smiled. "Right this way dear." Snape was left standing in the entryway, a dark scowl on his pale face. He sat in a nearby chair and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, hoping Tirza wouldn't take too long. "Ahem!" He looked up to see Tirza in a long black robe, a terrible scowl on her face, arms folded across her chest; he raised a dark eyebrow. "I look like you now. 'I am Professor Snape, the vampire!'" she collapsed into a fit of giggles. He grunted and returned his attention to the paper. Tirza was still laughing as she exited the room. She returned moments later in a long, bright red robe. "Excuse me, but this is a fashion show dude. You're supposed to whistle or clap or tell me I look beautiful. I am doing my part by being beautiful, will you please do yours?" Snape looked up. "Too bright." She sighed and left. Several robes later, she came to show him a dark blue velvet robe. It accentuated her dark features and complimented her skin tone. "This one's my favorite." Snape had to admit, she looked beautiful. "It's very nice." "Great! Can you buy it?" Tirza asked. Snape rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm the only one at the school who doesn't have a robe. Please?" she begged. "It does look lovely on her Mr. Snape," the woman added. "Fine, but do not ask me to buy you anything else," he relented. Tirza happily left the store wearing her new robe; she made it whoosh and swirl around her as she walked.
It was nearly dark by the time Tirza had had enough of wandering and exploring Diagon Alley. Snape was more than happy to leave for Hogwarts; he had been warn out by her constant seeing something and running after it, causing him to run after her. "Thank you for my robe," Tirza said as she leaned against him. It wasn't nearly as windy as earlier, so Snape's face was safe from flying braids. "You're welcome." "I had lots of fun. You're a lot more fun that I thought you'd be." Snape was stunned, she thought he was fun? "You think I'm fun?" Tirza giggled. "Well you're not fun all the time. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone and ruin your vampire image with the kids." He shook his head. "Why is it that you associate me with vampires?" "Well, ya look like the guy in the Dracula movies and you always wear black and you're really pale. I dunno, it just fits," she decided. "And when you get pissed, you look like you could bite someone!" Snape rolled his eyes. "Aren't all the colors pretty? I wish I could be a fairy and live in the sunset," Tirza said dreamily. "I doubt it is possible to live in the sunset." Tirza groaned. "Be quiet, you're ruining the moment. Besides, if you're gonna point out that I can't do it, be like Spock and say something like 'It is illogical to want to live inside colors.'"
A strange, unfamiliar smell assaulted Snape's nose. He looked up from his lesson plans attempting to locate the source. "She's got the urge to herbal. Gotta herbal in the shower, for another half an hour!" Tirza's singing could be heard from the bathroom. Snape shook his head and continued to search for the smell; Tirza emerged from the bathroom moments later in a long, fuzzy blue robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. "It's you," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "Duh, who were you expecting, Catherine Zeta-Jones?" He walked past her and into the bathroom. "It is you!" "Whoa, what's wrong with you man?" Tirza asked. "There is a funny smell and it's coming from you." Tirza sniffed and then smiled. "Silly, it's my herbal essences!" She looked at Snape's blank face. "My shampoo, that I wash my hair with," she told him slowly, as if talking to a baby. He frowned. "I've never smelt that before." "That's cuz I was using your stuff, but it made my hair all greasy. I found my herbal essences in one of my boxes earlier." She unwrapped her hair. "Smells good, huh? Just like flowers!" He nodded, inwardly cursing the idiot who came up with such a nauseating 'scent.' "While on the topic of boxes, will you be unpacking those soon?" Snape indicated two piles of boxes in the corner of the room. "Later," she replied. "I would prefer if you started now." Tirza sighed. "Only if you help me."
Tirza squealed as she opened the first box. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" She hugged a blonde haired doll that was dressed in princess costume. Holding the doll in one hand, she pulled a small, round box out. "What is all that?" Snape asked. "This is my bitty baby, her name is Marie." "A what?" Tirza sighed. "Do I have to explain everything to you? This is a bitty baby doll from a special doll collection. She has lots of cool clothes. AJ's mom and dad gave me one that was just like AJ's for Christmas last year." She suddenly shoved the doll into Snape's hands. "Here hold her a minute." Snape looked disgustedly at the doll as Tirza dug through the box, emerging with a white cradle. She frowned at him. "Don't look at her like that; you'll give her nightmares!" Tirza snatched the doll away from him and carried the doll, the cradle and the little box of clothes to her bedroom. Snape shook his head as he looked into the box; never had he imagined himself having a little girl with dolls and an incredible amount of pink things. He pulled out a small pink box and several albums decorated with flowers. Putting the albums down beside him, he opened the pink box. Inside was a pink book with 'My Baby Girl' written on the front in fancy, glittery letters. Snape carefully opened the book, a picture of a tiny, messy baby with a scrunched up face looked up at him. Underneath the picture was Ariel's familiar handwriting. 'Tirza Jade Shelby. 6lbs 9 oz. August 19, St. Vincent's Hospital. Five minutes old.' He watched the picture expectantly. "Why isn't it moving?" he said aloud.
"Why isn't what moving?" Tirza asked as she came into the room and sat beside him. "The picture," Snape replied. She raised her eyebrow and put her small, warm hand on his forehead. "Pictures aren't supposed to move. Are you feeling ok?" He nodded. "I didn't think about these being muggle pictures; wizard pictures move." "Oh, like movies." She looked at the book in his hands. "Why are you looking at that?" Tirza pointed to the picture. "Look how ugly I was!" Snape chuckled. "I think you were beautiful." She rolled her dark eyes. "Gimme a break!" He turned the page and studied the card taped to it, followed by a list of people and various names of products. "What is all this?" Tirza peered at the card for a moment. "That's my baby shower card and all the gifts mom got from people. Of course you don't know what a baby shower is, cuz guys aren't allowed. When a lady has a baby, her friends throw her a party and give lots and lots of baby gifts." "Who threw your mother's party?" he asked. "AJ's mom. They lived in the same apartment building and were friends, so she and invite ladies from the building and mom's work and from church. Then AJ was born two weeks after me," she told him. "Do you go to church?" "No." "That's great!" Tirza said. "Mom always dragged me there and all the singing gave me a headache!" Snape continued to look through the book as Tirza worked on unpacking the boxes. He had never realized how much he had missed; he wished he could go back and do everything differently.
Snape finished reading the baby book and looked up at Tirza's giggling. Her head was buried in a pile of lace, ribbons, and fluffy material; she attempted to find her way to her room, but one of the dresses fell on the floor and she slipped, landing hard on her bottom. "Ouch, my ass!" she yelled from somewhere in the pile. Her head suddenly appeared, her hair messy, some of it standing from the static. She rolled over and rubbed her bottom. "Your floor is really hard!" she yelled. Snape laughed at the ridiculous sight she made. Tirza frowned at him. "Hey, you could help me here!" Still chuckling, he helped her gather the dresses from the floor and carry them to her room. She dumped the dresses she was carrying onto the floor of her room and started digging underneath her bed, finally pulling out a big box marked PLAY CLOTHES. Snape opened the box and discovered a treasure chest of costume jewelry and shoes which Tirza proceeded to dump the clothes on top of. "Well, that's one box done. Only five more to go!" Tirza left the box open and headed for the sitting room. Snape started to put his armful of clothes into the box when something caught his eye. He reached for a small blue velvet bag and gently pulled on the strings that tied it. 'Could it be?' Snape thought. He turned the bag upside down and gently shook it; a small ring decorated with red stones fell into his hand. 'Ariel, My Joy- S.S.' was engraved on the inside of the band.
A/N: Next is my version of why Snape hates Gryffindors! And of course Tirza will do what she does best: cause trouble! Stay tuned everyone!
"Welcome little miss, welcome! Can I help you find something?" the woman asked. "Yeah, I want a really pretty robe please." The woman smiled. "Right this way dear." Snape was left standing in the entryway, a dark scowl on his pale face. He sat in a nearby chair and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, hoping Tirza wouldn't take too long. "Ahem!" He looked up to see Tirza in a long black robe, a terrible scowl on her face, arms folded across her chest; he raised a dark eyebrow. "I look like you now. 'I am Professor Snape, the vampire!'" she collapsed into a fit of giggles. He grunted and returned his attention to the paper. Tirza was still laughing as she exited the room. She returned moments later in a long, bright red robe. "Excuse me, but this is a fashion show dude. You're supposed to whistle or clap or tell me I look beautiful. I am doing my part by being beautiful, will you please do yours?" Snape looked up. "Too bright." She sighed and left. Several robes later, she came to show him a dark blue velvet robe. It accentuated her dark features and complimented her skin tone. "This one's my favorite." Snape had to admit, she looked beautiful. "It's very nice." "Great! Can you buy it?" Tirza asked. Snape rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm the only one at the school who doesn't have a robe. Please?" she begged. "It does look lovely on her Mr. Snape," the woman added. "Fine, but do not ask me to buy you anything else," he relented. Tirza happily left the store wearing her new robe; she made it whoosh and swirl around her as she walked.
It was nearly dark by the time Tirza had had enough of wandering and exploring Diagon Alley. Snape was more than happy to leave for Hogwarts; he had been warn out by her constant seeing something and running after it, causing him to run after her. "Thank you for my robe," Tirza said as she leaned against him. It wasn't nearly as windy as earlier, so Snape's face was safe from flying braids. "You're welcome." "I had lots of fun. You're a lot more fun that I thought you'd be." Snape was stunned, she thought he was fun? "You think I'm fun?" Tirza giggled. "Well you're not fun all the time. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone and ruin your vampire image with the kids." He shook his head. "Why is it that you associate me with vampires?" "Well, ya look like the guy in the Dracula movies and you always wear black and you're really pale. I dunno, it just fits," she decided. "And when you get pissed, you look like you could bite someone!" Snape rolled his eyes. "Aren't all the colors pretty? I wish I could be a fairy and live in the sunset," Tirza said dreamily. "I doubt it is possible to live in the sunset." Tirza groaned. "Be quiet, you're ruining the moment. Besides, if you're gonna point out that I can't do it, be like Spock and say something like 'It is illogical to want to live inside colors.'"
A strange, unfamiliar smell assaulted Snape's nose. He looked up from his lesson plans attempting to locate the source. "She's got the urge to herbal. Gotta herbal in the shower, for another half an hour!" Tirza's singing could be heard from the bathroom. Snape shook his head and continued to search for the smell; Tirza emerged from the bathroom moments later in a long, fuzzy blue robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. "It's you," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "Duh, who were you expecting, Catherine Zeta-Jones?" He walked past her and into the bathroom. "It is you!" "Whoa, what's wrong with you man?" Tirza asked. "There is a funny smell and it's coming from you." Tirza sniffed and then smiled. "Silly, it's my herbal essences!" She looked at Snape's blank face. "My shampoo, that I wash my hair with," she told him slowly, as if talking to a baby. He frowned. "I've never smelt that before." "That's cuz I was using your stuff, but it made my hair all greasy. I found my herbal essences in one of my boxes earlier." She unwrapped her hair. "Smells good, huh? Just like flowers!" He nodded, inwardly cursing the idiot who came up with such a nauseating 'scent.' "While on the topic of boxes, will you be unpacking those soon?" Snape indicated two piles of boxes in the corner of the room. "Later," she replied. "I would prefer if you started now." Tirza sighed. "Only if you help me."
Tirza squealed as she opened the first box. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" She hugged a blonde haired doll that was dressed in princess costume. Holding the doll in one hand, she pulled a small, round box out. "What is all that?" Snape asked. "This is my bitty baby, her name is Marie." "A what?" Tirza sighed. "Do I have to explain everything to you? This is a bitty baby doll from a special doll collection. She has lots of cool clothes. AJ's mom and dad gave me one that was just like AJ's for Christmas last year." She suddenly shoved the doll into Snape's hands. "Here hold her a minute." Snape looked disgustedly at the doll as Tirza dug through the box, emerging with a white cradle. She frowned at him. "Don't look at her like that; you'll give her nightmares!" Tirza snatched the doll away from him and carried the doll, the cradle and the little box of clothes to her bedroom. Snape shook his head as he looked into the box; never had he imagined himself having a little girl with dolls and an incredible amount of pink things. He pulled out a small pink box and several albums decorated with flowers. Putting the albums down beside him, he opened the pink box. Inside was a pink book with 'My Baby Girl' written on the front in fancy, glittery letters. Snape carefully opened the book, a picture of a tiny, messy baby with a scrunched up face looked up at him. Underneath the picture was Ariel's familiar handwriting. 'Tirza Jade Shelby. 6lbs 9 oz. August 19, St. Vincent's Hospital. Five minutes old.' He watched the picture expectantly. "Why isn't it moving?" he said aloud.
"Why isn't what moving?" Tirza asked as she came into the room and sat beside him. "The picture," Snape replied. She raised her eyebrow and put her small, warm hand on his forehead. "Pictures aren't supposed to move. Are you feeling ok?" He nodded. "I didn't think about these being muggle pictures; wizard pictures move." "Oh, like movies." She looked at the book in his hands. "Why are you looking at that?" Tirza pointed to the picture. "Look how ugly I was!" Snape chuckled. "I think you were beautiful." She rolled her dark eyes. "Gimme a break!" He turned the page and studied the card taped to it, followed by a list of people and various names of products. "What is all this?" Tirza peered at the card for a moment. "That's my baby shower card and all the gifts mom got from people. Of course you don't know what a baby shower is, cuz guys aren't allowed. When a lady has a baby, her friends throw her a party and give lots and lots of baby gifts." "Who threw your mother's party?" he asked. "AJ's mom. They lived in the same apartment building and were friends, so she and invite ladies from the building and mom's work and from church. Then AJ was born two weeks after me," she told him. "Do you go to church?" "No." "That's great!" Tirza said. "Mom always dragged me there and all the singing gave me a headache!" Snape continued to look through the book as Tirza worked on unpacking the boxes. He had never realized how much he had missed; he wished he could go back and do everything differently.
Snape finished reading the baby book and looked up at Tirza's giggling. Her head was buried in a pile of lace, ribbons, and fluffy material; she attempted to find her way to her room, but one of the dresses fell on the floor and she slipped, landing hard on her bottom. "Ouch, my ass!" she yelled from somewhere in the pile. Her head suddenly appeared, her hair messy, some of it standing from the static. She rolled over and rubbed her bottom. "Your floor is really hard!" she yelled. Snape laughed at the ridiculous sight she made. Tirza frowned at him. "Hey, you could help me here!" Still chuckling, he helped her gather the dresses from the floor and carry them to her room. She dumped the dresses she was carrying onto the floor of her room and started digging underneath her bed, finally pulling out a big box marked PLAY CLOTHES. Snape opened the box and discovered a treasure chest of costume jewelry and shoes which Tirza proceeded to dump the clothes on top of. "Well, that's one box done. Only five more to go!" Tirza left the box open and headed for the sitting room. Snape started to put his armful of clothes into the box when something caught his eye. He reached for a small blue velvet bag and gently pulled on the strings that tied it. 'Could it be?' Snape thought. He turned the bag upside down and gently shook it; a small ring decorated with red stones fell into his hand. 'Ariel, My Joy- S.S.' was engraved on the inside of the band.
A/N: Next is my version of why Snape hates Gryffindors! And of course Tirza will do what she does best: cause trouble! Stay tuned everyone!
