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Chapter seven
'So Betsy, what type of food do you eat...' Snape's nose suddenly started to itch. He scrunched it up like you do when you are about to sneeze to try and stop it. He could feel his eyes starting to water a bit. 'I mean... what do dog's like to...' he let out a loud sneeze that echoed in his cold office. He jumped back, surprised at his own power. Betsy barked and jumped back a bit too. Snape was about to ask Betsy if he had scared her, but instead he took a deep breath knowing he was going to have to sneeze again. Betsy ran underneath the desk and didn't look up until Snape had wiped his nose on his sleeve.
'I am sorry Betsy...' Snape stopped speaking. This wasn't himself. He didn't speak like this to anybody. Maybe he was changing himself a bit too much... maybe the two loud sneezes had been trying to stop him from saying more "sweet things". He carefully straightened his clothing and put a stern expression on his face. For some reason his nose continued to itch.
'I will just go down to the kitchen and bring you some food,' he said recognising his stern voice. He liked himself being back to normal and secretly thought about how happy he should be that no one had seen him in his "sweet mood". He let out a small sneeze. It was a sure sign that the air around him was still too soft. He quickly turned around and marched out of the room, trying to keep himself from letting out another sneeze.
'Here is some meat the House-elves in the kitchen told me you'd like...' Snape said sternly. He hadn't sneezed since he had left the room and the knew that he was quickly recovering from his "sweet moments". Betsy barked as he slowly placed the bowl on the ground. He wiped his hands on his robe and sat back in his armchair next to the fire place. He somehow felt tired and even if it was in the middle of the summer, he some how felt cold. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. A red light came out of it and a warm and welcoming fire roared up. Snape sat back and before he knew it he was fast asleep.
'Severus? Severus? Snape!' Snape quickly sat up and looked up. Dumbledore was standing in front of him with bent knees looking with concern towards him. 'Are you all right? You didn't turn up to dinner yesterday and you have nearly missed breakfast!' Snape turned to look towards the wall and saw that the large grandfather clock that was there pointed to half past eleven.
'I must have fallen asleep,' Snape said slowly standing up and straightening his clothes. Dumbledore backed away a bit and then nodded towards Betsy who was lying on the floor, all curled up. Snape thought she looked pretty cute.
'Is this yours?' he asked. Snape nodded and walked towards Betsy and scratched her behind one ear. She stretched out and turned around so that her stomach was showing. Snape quickly stood up again, not wanting Dumbledore to witness him cuddling with an animal like he had seen some of his students do. 'She is very beautiful isn't she?' Dumbledore himself said and bent down doing the cuddling work instead of Snape. Snape unexpectedly let out a loud sneeze and Dumbledore looked up dowards him. 'Bless you,' Dumbledore said.
'Thank you, sir,' Snape said. He couldn't let himself soften out, cause the sneezes were starting to make a fool out of him. 'I think I will go down to breakfast,' he hurried to say and gave a last glance towards Betsy reminding himself to bring some food back for her.
'You do that,' Dumbledore said and stood up. 'I need to go and send an owl to Mr Goyle about his exam grades,' Snape hurried out of the room before anything more could be said or Dumbledore could witness another sneeze from his side.
'Here is the ticket,' Hagrid came up to Snape while he was sitting silently eating on a cheese sandwich. Snape nodded as a thanks and took the ticket. 'It costs 25 sickles for the ticket, and remember that the ticket for the Hogwarts Express needs to be paid two days before the actual trip,' Snape quickly swallowed his sandwich. He had completely forgotten about that concerts cost so much. This meant that he wouldn't be able to send his monthly dept to tat woman! And the dog wasn't cheap either! Hagrid looked at Snape's facial expression. 'You dun' have to go...' he said hopefully, not bothering to hide the pleeing in his voice.
'Don't worry, I am sure I can make it,' Snape said sternly putting on an evil smile, just to annoy Hagrid.
'And you know that school starts that very Monday, don't you?' Hagrid carried on.
'Yes, I have that noted,' Snape said untruthfully. He had actually completely forgotten about that, but he didn't want to seem weak compared to giant Hagrid who probably went out partying every night.
'Well, when are you going to give me the money?' Hagrid carried on. Snape looked around looking for some help. But none came.
'At Saturday the latest,' he hissed, and sat back comfortably in his chair. He suddenly felt an urge to itch his arm. Hagrid looked at Snape's hand which was starting to twitch a bit. He really wanted to scratch his arm but he knew you shouldn't do it in front of Hagrid. He desperately hoped Hagrid would leave, but he didn't. He just kept staring at the twitching hand.
'Don't worry, I will give you the money,' Snape said and stuffed his hand into one of the pockets in his robe. Hagrid gave him a suspicious look.
'Can you get the train tickets yourself?' he asked. Snape could feel himself turn red like he did when he was trying to keep himself from doing something.
'Get up to the hospital wing if your arm is reacting like that,' Hagrid suddenly ordered.
'Oh, no, it's all right,' Snape lied. Why couldn't the stupid giant just leave??!! As if Hagrid read his thoughts, he slowly turned around and started walking out of the hall. Snape waited untill the door carefully was closed before he dared to scratch his arm. To his surprise, a red and uneven mark had formed on his pale skin, and as he terrified looked away, he thought desperately what the mark meant.
Chapter seven
'So Betsy, what type of food do you eat...' Snape's nose suddenly started to itch. He scrunched it up like you do when you are about to sneeze to try and stop it. He could feel his eyes starting to water a bit. 'I mean... what do dog's like to...' he let out a loud sneeze that echoed in his cold office. He jumped back, surprised at his own power. Betsy barked and jumped back a bit too. Snape was about to ask Betsy if he had scared her, but instead he took a deep breath knowing he was going to have to sneeze again. Betsy ran underneath the desk and didn't look up until Snape had wiped his nose on his sleeve.
'I am sorry Betsy...' Snape stopped speaking. This wasn't himself. He didn't speak like this to anybody. Maybe he was changing himself a bit too much... maybe the two loud sneezes had been trying to stop him from saying more "sweet things". He carefully straightened his clothing and put a stern expression on his face. For some reason his nose continued to itch.
'I will just go down to the kitchen and bring you some food,' he said recognising his stern voice. He liked himself being back to normal and secretly thought about how happy he should be that no one had seen him in his "sweet mood". He let out a small sneeze. It was a sure sign that the air around him was still too soft. He quickly turned around and marched out of the room, trying to keep himself from letting out another sneeze.
'Here is some meat the House-elves in the kitchen told me you'd like...' Snape said sternly. He hadn't sneezed since he had left the room and the knew that he was quickly recovering from his "sweet moments". Betsy barked as he slowly placed the bowl on the ground. He wiped his hands on his robe and sat back in his armchair next to the fire place. He somehow felt tired and even if it was in the middle of the summer, he some how felt cold. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. A red light came out of it and a warm and welcoming fire roared up. Snape sat back and before he knew it he was fast asleep.
'Severus? Severus? Snape!' Snape quickly sat up and looked up. Dumbledore was standing in front of him with bent knees looking with concern towards him. 'Are you all right? You didn't turn up to dinner yesterday and you have nearly missed breakfast!' Snape turned to look towards the wall and saw that the large grandfather clock that was there pointed to half past eleven.
'I must have fallen asleep,' Snape said slowly standing up and straightening his clothes. Dumbledore backed away a bit and then nodded towards Betsy who was lying on the floor, all curled up. Snape thought she looked pretty cute.
'Is this yours?' he asked. Snape nodded and walked towards Betsy and scratched her behind one ear. She stretched out and turned around so that her stomach was showing. Snape quickly stood up again, not wanting Dumbledore to witness him cuddling with an animal like he had seen some of his students do. 'She is very beautiful isn't she?' Dumbledore himself said and bent down doing the cuddling work instead of Snape. Snape unexpectedly let out a loud sneeze and Dumbledore looked up dowards him. 'Bless you,' Dumbledore said.
'Thank you, sir,' Snape said. He couldn't let himself soften out, cause the sneezes were starting to make a fool out of him. 'I think I will go down to breakfast,' he hurried to say and gave a last glance towards Betsy reminding himself to bring some food back for her.
'You do that,' Dumbledore said and stood up. 'I need to go and send an owl to Mr Goyle about his exam grades,' Snape hurried out of the room before anything more could be said or Dumbledore could witness another sneeze from his side.
'Here is the ticket,' Hagrid came up to Snape while he was sitting silently eating on a cheese sandwich. Snape nodded as a thanks and took the ticket. 'It costs 25 sickles for the ticket, and remember that the ticket for the Hogwarts Express needs to be paid two days before the actual trip,' Snape quickly swallowed his sandwich. He had completely forgotten about that concerts cost so much. This meant that he wouldn't be able to send his monthly dept to tat woman! And the dog wasn't cheap either! Hagrid looked at Snape's facial expression. 'You dun' have to go...' he said hopefully, not bothering to hide the pleeing in his voice.
'Don't worry, I am sure I can make it,' Snape said sternly putting on an evil smile, just to annoy Hagrid.
'And you know that school starts that very Monday, don't you?' Hagrid carried on.
'Yes, I have that noted,' Snape said untruthfully. He had actually completely forgotten about that, but he didn't want to seem weak compared to giant Hagrid who probably went out partying every night.
'Well, when are you going to give me the money?' Hagrid carried on. Snape looked around looking for some help. But none came.
'At Saturday the latest,' he hissed, and sat back comfortably in his chair. He suddenly felt an urge to itch his arm. Hagrid looked at Snape's hand which was starting to twitch a bit. He really wanted to scratch his arm but he knew you shouldn't do it in front of Hagrid. He desperately hoped Hagrid would leave, but he didn't. He just kept staring at the twitching hand.
'Don't worry, I will give you the money,' Snape said and stuffed his hand into one of the pockets in his robe. Hagrid gave him a suspicious look.
'Can you get the train tickets yourself?' he asked. Snape could feel himself turn red like he did when he was trying to keep himself from doing something.
'Get up to the hospital wing if your arm is reacting like that,' Hagrid suddenly ordered.
'Oh, no, it's all right,' Snape lied. Why couldn't the stupid giant just leave??!! As if Hagrid read his thoughts, he slowly turned around and started walking out of the hall. Snape waited untill the door carefully was closed before he dared to scratch his arm. To his surprise, a red and uneven mark had formed on his pale skin, and as he terrified looked away, he thought desperately what the mark meant.
