[ A/N: ] Julester here with the update! Note that my writing style is kinda different from that of Ashley's. ALSO note that this is my first fanfic in a loooong while, so if I suck, deal with it. Also ALSO note that this is an RP sorta translated into a fic. Anyway, we get to meet Sevvykins in this chaper! Let's here a cheer, people, come on.. Oh - and I base Sev's voice on that of Alan Rickman. Sexy, sultry, smooth, deep, swoonworth- ::faints:: Heheh. Anyway. on with the fic!

Ah, a perfect day for a perfect new start. The sky was a soft blue,
clouds drifting lazily above as the woody fragrance of the falling
leaves scented the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Radiant beams of light shone down on Adele Marieanne Lazkona
as she took in a whiff of the crisp autumn air, a smile upon those
tender pink lips of hers as she ascended the steps leading to the
castle. It was September the First, and she felt that nothing,
absolutely nothing could go wrong.
And then, she tripped up the steps.

Without any sign of annoyance at all, the woman quickly righted
herself, tossing her long blonde hair behind her shoulder as she
dusted her deep purple robes off, smile still intact. This had been a
normal occurance for just short of twelve years now, ever since the
Iconcinnus Curse had been cast upon her. In short, the curse caused
her not to be able to live a moment of her life without hurting
herself or someone else in the process. A walking natural disaster.
Nevertheless, Adele kept her morale up, as she had survived the
longest of all the victims - everyone else carrying this
burden had been killed by it.

Struggling to open the large oak doors while balancing a load of books
in the crook of her left arm, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher manages to slip inside the castle, though her hair gets
slammed in between the doors in the process. Giving a squeal as she
tries to move forward, she falls back, landing with a thump on the
ground, the stubborn persistence of the curse keeping her lovely
blonde locks trapped all the time. Her books tumbled to the ground
with her, mostly plummeting down onto her body when she fell, a very
painful experience indeed, as all the volumes were quite thick. Ink
bottles shattered, some of the glass biting into her skin. The ink
bottles were in the league with her quills - their nibs sliced her
skin. The parchment too was doing a particularly nasty job, falling at
just the right angle to give Adele numerous paper cuts. Not only did
this curse cause her physical harm, but she also was not able to
attain a proper job because all of her would-be employers were too
fearful that she would be the downfall of whatever business they were
running. Of course, not all people were like that. There was one man
in particular who gave her a chance - Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of
Hogwarts. Bless his soul!
Oh, bugger, she thought as she tried to tug her hair out from between
the doors, though it held fast. Giving a frustrated sigh, she instead
cleared the books away from her body as she tried to pick out the bits
of glass stuck in her bleeding legs, crimson swirling with the black
ink. Adele drew her wand from her pocket and muttered a quick cleaning
spell that cleared away the amassed blood and ink. With that, she
replaced her wand back into the folds of her robes, and then brought
forth a small vial. She unscrewed the top (there was a dropper on the
end) and put three bright red drops onto her tongue. Her body gave a
radiant glow the same hue as the concoction, and then slowly faded.
All the small wounds had vanished.
This was her life-saving potion - no matter what kind of wound she
had, a tiny drop of this would heal her instantly. She had to go to
great lengths to get it, as the potion was quite rare. No matter,
though - she didn't really mind.
Her large, almond-shaped eyes of a striking green hue snapped up from
her healed legs as she heard soft footsteps coming down the hall.
"Hello?" she calls, biting her lip slightly as a woman resembling a
glittering insect came into view.
"My dear," came the misty, airy voice of Sybil Trelawney. "I have
forseen this. this is the start of a terrible, terrible school year.
You will fall ill on the night of November the third, fail all of your
classes. and then - "
"Oh, no - I'm not a student here," Adele cut in with a slight smile.
"I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Ar-"

The Divination Professor didn't wait for her to finish -
Dumbledore had told her about this woman. "CURSED ONE!" she screeched,
eyes going wide behind those overly large spectacles as she bolted
down the corridor, screaming as if the world were coming to an end.
This caught the attention of the Potions Master, who had been striding
along the hall this fall morning. An eyebrow rose, accompanied by his
trademark sneer as Trelawney streaked by like a bat out of hell. He
thought no more of it - Professor Trelawney acting like a complete
buffoon was quite normal indeed. Upon entering the entrance hall, the
fathomless black eyes fell upon Adele. She. seemed so familiar. Ah,
he'd probably met her briefly somewhere, no matter.
"Quite an impression you've made on our Divination Professor," he
commented, his silky voice lingering in the air long after he had
spoken the last word.
Adele gave a meek smile, shrugging. "Just different than usual. Er.
would you mind helping me?" She gave that internationally known puppy
dog face. "Please?"
Scowling, he rolled his eyes as he headed towards the door, his black
robes billowing behind him with each step. Roughly, he tore the door
open, slamming it shut once Adele's hair was freed.
"Sorry about the trouble." She stood and held out a delicate hand.
"I'm Adele Lazkona, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And
you are?"

Snape had to force himself not to let his mouth drop as the
dying embers in his mind burst back into flame.

It was her.