[Disclaimer: See previous]
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Chapter Two: America, Here I Come
"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your students, Severus," Morganna flared.
"Nothing else seems to be working!" he snapped back irritably. "You -will- go with her, Morganna."
"I won't and you can't make me." She poked her tongue out at him.
"Spoken like a true, responsible adult." Severus commented with much sarcasm.
"Don't patronize me."
"Don't act like a child."
"I will -not- go."
"It's for your own safety."
"You've tried to pull that one before, m'love. I didn't go then either. Although that time you were trying to convince me to divorce you, I believe."
"And I was right, wasn't I?" he prodded her. "You were kidnapped."
"Not the sort of thing that would slip my mind, Severus. I'm well aware of what happened."
"Then you'll go."
"No."
"For god's sake, woman," Severus ran a hand through his hair as his petite wife glared at him.
"I'm right here, and unless you're going to drag me kicking and screaming, this is where I'll stay."
"Don't tempt me, Morganna, don't bloody well tempt me."
"Urgh. I don't see why I have to go." Morag glared.
Draco sighed. "You've been through this with your parents. Voldemort wants you dead, remember?"
"How could I forget. But I don't want to go."
"Somehow, I don't think you have much choice in the matter."
"It's not fair."
"Life's not fair, Mora."
"Aren't we philosophical." She observed acidly.
"Don't."
"Bugger you."
"No thanks."
"You're impossible, you know that, don't you?"
"Why yes, yes, I do."
"Arrgh!"
Dumbledore regarded the students gravely as he stood at dinner. "As you all know, Voldemort -is- rising. It seems highly unlikely that he will leave Hogwarts unscathed, and therefore certain non-compulsory classes will be dropped in favour of more DADA, such as Divination,"
The reason for the sulky look on Professor Trelawney's face became apparent. And more pronounced.
"Your studies in that department will focus on identifying and protecting yourself from the magics used by the Death Eaters."
A hush fell over the Great Hall as this information was digested.
"Currently, the death toll stands at 103, including the recent muggle killings."
More than one student had found news of family deaths at the breakfast table.
Tearfully, one girl shot out of her seat and, sobbing, escaped to her dorm room.
After a brief glance at Dumbledore, Morganna went after her. She had become the unofficial counsellor, sort of just fell into the role, as students recognized the friendly, motherly face of the slight, silver-blonde woman that was Mrs M. Snape.
Morag watched as her mother left the hall quietly, and buried her face in Draco's chest, as he put his arms comfortingly around her.
Harry didn't even bother to feel a pang of jealousy, just listening to Dumbledore's grim words.
"I understand several students will be leaving Hogwarts for an unspecified length of time. Your parents have notified me, and you will be given texts to study during your time away. Those who can, will have tutors."
As he sat, many of the pupils gathered realised they'd not much of an appetite.
Morganna stood glaring at her husband at the airport terminal in London. Next to her was Lang Hyland, her uncle, Marguerite Hyland, Lang's youngest daughter (Morag's age), and Morag herself.
Severus kissed his wife's pouty lower lip and sighed. "Morganna, I--"
Her glare melted into an expression of utter helplessness.
"Go on ahead, Lang." Severus told the older man, and Lang nodded, taking Marguerite and Morag with him. The two young girls exchanged a look, rolled their eyes, and trailed after him.
Severus gathered his tiny wife up in his arms, and she buried her face in his hair.
"I'll miss you terribly." She whispered.
"It's much safer this way." He replied softly, and she tightened her embrace around his neck.
"I know that. I don't have to like it, though."
"Neither do I."
And she reluctantly released her hold on him and backed up.
With frequent backward glances, Morganna made her way to the [airport go-y in-y thing-y. I'm sorry my wonderful readers, I just can't remember what in the hell it's called].
"America, here I come." She whispered.
***
Okay, so that's the next chapter. I've been working on it a while, so I expect praise and huggles. **looks imperiously at them**
Okay, the huggles part is for my friends. But I want praise, and lots of it.
Oh all right, just bleedin' review.
Praise -would- be nice...
**laughs at herself**
Morag: Christ. My creator...she's a little, well, quite frankly, she's utterly bonkers.
Adele: Hey!
Morag: Aren't you?
Adele: It's just not nice to say things like that when I'm around.
Morag: Well. [pauses, grins evilly] Bugger off, then.
Adele: I brought you into this world, I can bleedin' well take you out of it.
Morag: You're not my mother. **flounces off with Draco, to...ahem, 'study'**
Threw in that 'interesting' dialogue with my 'favorite' little Snape just for my own amusement...
See y'all later,
Adele Elisabeth
'...'
Chapter Two: America, Here I Come
"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your students, Severus," Morganna flared.
"Nothing else seems to be working!" he snapped back irritably. "You -will- go with her, Morganna."
"I won't and you can't make me." She poked her tongue out at him.
"Spoken like a true, responsible adult." Severus commented with much sarcasm.
"Don't patronize me."
"Don't act like a child."
"I will -not- go."
"It's for your own safety."
"You've tried to pull that one before, m'love. I didn't go then either. Although that time you were trying to convince me to divorce you, I believe."
"And I was right, wasn't I?" he prodded her. "You were kidnapped."
"Not the sort of thing that would slip my mind, Severus. I'm well aware of what happened."
"Then you'll go."
"No."
"For god's sake, woman," Severus ran a hand through his hair as his petite wife glared at him.
"I'm right here, and unless you're going to drag me kicking and screaming, this is where I'll stay."
"Don't tempt me, Morganna, don't bloody well tempt me."
"Urgh. I don't see why I have to go." Morag glared.
Draco sighed. "You've been through this with your parents. Voldemort wants you dead, remember?"
"How could I forget. But I don't want to go."
"Somehow, I don't think you have much choice in the matter."
"It's not fair."
"Life's not fair, Mora."
"Aren't we philosophical." She observed acidly.
"Don't."
"Bugger you."
"No thanks."
"You're impossible, you know that, don't you?"
"Why yes, yes, I do."
"Arrgh!"
Dumbledore regarded the students gravely as he stood at dinner. "As you all know, Voldemort -is- rising. It seems highly unlikely that he will leave Hogwarts unscathed, and therefore certain non-compulsory classes will be dropped in favour of more DADA, such as Divination,"
The reason for the sulky look on Professor Trelawney's face became apparent. And more pronounced.
"Your studies in that department will focus on identifying and protecting yourself from the magics used by the Death Eaters."
A hush fell over the Great Hall as this information was digested.
"Currently, the death toll stands at 103, including the recent muggle killings."
More than one student had found news of family deaths at the breakfast table.
Tearfully, one girl shot out of her seat and, sobbing, escaped to her dorm room.
After a brief glance at Dumbledore, Morganna went after her. She had become the unofficial counsellor, sort of just fell into the role, as students recognized the friendly, motherly face of the slight, silver-blonde woman that was Mrs M. Snape.
Morag watched as her mother left the hall quietly, and buried her face in Draco's chest, as he put his arms comfortingly around her.
Harry didn't even bother to feel a pang of jealousy, just listening to Dumbledore's grim words.
"I understand several students will be leaving Hogwarts for an unspecified length of time. Your parents have notified me, and you will be given texts to study during your time away. Those who can, will have tutors."
As he sat, many of the pupils gathered realised they'd not much of an appetite.
Morganna stood glaring at her husband at the airport terminal in London. Next to her was Lang Hyland, her uncle, Marguerite Hyland, Lang's youngest daughter (Morag's age), and Morag herself.
Severus kissed his wife's pouty lower lip and sighed. "Morganna, I--"
Her glare melted into an expression of utter helplessness.
"Go on ahead, Lang." Severus told the older man, and Lang nodded, taking Marguerite and Morag with him. The two young girls exchanged a look, rolled their eyes, and trailed after him.
Severus gathered his tiny wife up in his arms, and she buried her face in his hair.
"I'll miss you terribly." She whispered.
"It's much safer this way." He replied softly, and she tightened her embrace around his neck.
"I know that. I don't have to like it, though."
"Neither do I."
And she reluctantly released her hold on him and backed up.
With frequent backward glances, Morganna made her way to the [airport go-y in-y thing-y. I'm sorry my wonderful readers, I just can't remember what in the hell it's called].
"America, here I come." She whispered.
***
Okay, so that's the next chapter. I've been working on it a while, so I expect praise and huggles. **looks imperiously at them**
Okay, the huggles part is for my friends. But I want praise, and lots of it.
Oh all right, just bleedin' review.
Praise -would- be nice...
**laughs at herself**
Morag: Christ. My creator...she's a little, well, quite frankly, she's utterly bonkers.
Adele: Hey!
Morag: Aren't you?
Adele: It's just not nice to say things like that when I'm around.
Morag: Well. [pauses, grins evilly] Bugger off, then.
Adele: I brought you into this world, I can bleedin' well take you out of it.
Morag: You're not my mother. **flounces off with Draco, to...ahem, 'study'**
Threw in that 'interesting' dialogue with my 'favorite' little Snape just for my own amusement...
See y'all later,
Adele Elisabeth