"My name is Leigh," she said timidly, "Leigh Intinn. I do not go by that
name anymore." She stated, more forcefully now.
"I do apologize then, Miss Intinn may we come in?" she repeated patiently.
Leigh looked from the stern but kind looking woman to the sour and frightening looking man. She focused on the woman momentarily and heard or felt in the back of her mind her patience and kindness, 'Dumbledore said she may be confused, she has never before known of our world, and she must be frightened. I do wish Dumbledore had allowed me to come alone, Severus is not helping the situation any looking so disagreeable.' Leigh gave the woman a small smile then turned towards the man, 'this is ridiculous,' she heard and felt loudly in her mind, 'this girl is just a child and she's a Muggle, how can he expect her to have anything to teach, the man is mad.'
She did not like the man but could sense no danger although she didn't know why it mattered. She considered for a moment then whispered, "Alright." She moved towards the door and slid the screen open for them; the man stepped in first followed by the woman.
The man appraised the little dining room and looked into the kitchen, as he did so the woman seemed to notice the kitchen also because she said, "Oh I do apologized for interrupting your meal, I was under the impression that Professor Dumbledore had arranged the meeting for this time." She sounded a bit worried.
"Its alright I didn't really..well..I mean I..I didn't believe." She stuttered slowly eyeing the two again, closer they didn't seem as frightening, 'only two people, that's all,' she thought.
"Yes well I am Professor McGonagall." The woman said, not dwelling on Leigh's previous statement. 'Dumbledore warned us that she may not believe, that is part of the reason we are here,' Leigh heard her remind herself.
Then the man who was standing by the wall spoke, "I am Professor Snape." He said simply in a whispery voice. 'He certainly looks scary enough,' Leigh thought as she walked passed him and into the kitchen. She heard in the back of her head his sneering voice again, 'she isn't too quick, and she is much too young, the students will eat her alive.' She was stirring the dumplings and her eyebrows rose at this thought. This man didn't know a thing about hard to handle kids, no kid could be as troublesome as the upper class rich kids with nothing to lose that she regularly taught.
"I hope ya'll don't mind if I cook while we talk." She said. "If you want I'm sure there will be enough for you both to have some." She added pleasantly.
As quickly as she had said this she felt the man's anger flare, 'a Muggle and an American, this is outrageous, she is going to cause a stir everywhere with those clothes and that idiotic accent.' The woman looked slightly surprised and thought, 'well she is American, that should be a new perspective on things at Hogwarts.' Leigh was used to this sort of reaction, for as long as she had lived in England she had always maintained her accent and was generally disliked for this disgusting attribute.
"I believe that we will be fine thank you, we just came to answer any questions that you might have and to ascertain whether or not you will consent to teaching at Hogwarts." McGonagall said.
Leigh was quite enjoying herself now, "How am I supposed to know that this is all true, how do I know that it isn't some sort of elaborate hoax set up by one of those idiotic TV shows?" She said immediately riling the man, "Or perhaps you are a serial killer who toys with his victims before killing them." she said looking pointedly at Snape. "You certainly look the part in that silly black getup and greasy black hair." She taunted, looking Snape up and down warily. The tension in the room became palpable and it seemed that the room got immediately stuffy and oppressive.
McGonagall's mouth nearly fell open as she thought, 'oh no this girl is poking him and he doesn't even want to be here, this is not going to end well.' Well now Leigh knew that McGonagall was a worrier, she kept going over and over what Snape might do.
On the other hand Snape had turned an even paler shade of grey and had clenched his jaw with his teeth bared beneath his curled lips. 'Who does she think she is? This girl is positively infuriating she will be trouble,' he thought as she looked fixedly at him. She noticed him flick his eyes to meet hers and saw the deep black of utter darkness, their eyes locked and then suddenly she felt it, him in her head. It was not the feeling that she got when she heard someone's thoughts but completely different, it was as if he knew what she was feeling. Immediately she looked down at the flour on the counter and began rolling another biscuit out.
"I do apologize then, Miss Intinn may we come in?" she repeated patiently.
Leigh looked from the stern but kind looking woman to the sour and frightening looking man. She focused on the woman momentarily and heard or felt in the back of her mind her patience and kindness, 'Dumbledore said she may be confused, she has never before known of our world, and she must be frightened. I do wish Dumbledore had allowed me to come alone, Severus is not helping the situation any looking so disagreeable.' Leigh gave the woman a small smile then turned towards the man, 'this is ridiculous,' she heard and felt loudly in her mind, 'this girl is just a child and she's a Muggle, how can he expect her to have anything to teach, the man is mad.'
She did not like the man but could sense no danger although she didn't know why it mattered. She considered for a moment then whispered, "Alright." She moved towards the door and slid the screen open for them; the man stepped in first followed by the woman.
The man appraised the little dining room and looked into the kitchen, as he did so the woman seemed to notice the kitchen also because she said, "Oh I do apologized for interrupting your meal, I was under the impression that Professor Dumbledore had arranged the meeting for this time." She sounded a bit worried.
"Its alright I didn't really..well..I mean I..I didn't believe." She stuttered slowly eyeing the two again, closer they didn't seem as frightening, 'only two people, that's all,' she thought.
"Yes well I am Professor McGonagall." The woman said, not dwelling on Leigh's previous statement. 'Dumbledore warned us that she may not believe, that is part of the reason we are here,' Leigh heard her remind herself.
Then the man who was standing by the wall spoke, "I am Professor Snape." He said simply in a whispery voice. 'He certainly looks scary enough,' Leigh thought as she walked passed him and into the kitchen. She heard in the back of her head his sneering voice again, 'she isn't too quick, and she is much too young, the students will eat her alive.' She was stirring the dumplings and her eyebrows rose at this thought. This man didn't know a thing about hard to handle kids, no kid could be as troublesome as the upper class rich kids with nothing to lose that she regularly taught.
"I hope ya'll don't mind if I cook while we talk." She said. "If you want I'm sure there will be enough for you both to have some." She added pleasantly.
As quickly as she had said this she felt the man's anger flare, 'a Muggle and an American, this is outrageous, she is going to cause a stir everywhere with those clothes and that idiotic accent.' The woman looked slightly surprised and thought, 'well she is American, that should be a new perspective on things at Hogwarts.' Leigh was used to this sort of reaction, for as long as she had lived in England she had always maintained her accent and was generally disliked for this disgusting attribute.
"I believe that we will be fine thank you, we just came to answer any questions that you might have and to ascertain whether or not you will consent to teaching at Hogwarts." McGonagall said.
Leigh was quite enjoying herself now, "How am I supposed to know that this is all true, how do I know that it isn't some sort of elaborate hoax set up by one of those idiotic TV shows?" She said immediately riling the man, "Or perhaps you are a serial killer who toys with his victims before killing them." she said looking pointedly at Snape. "You certainly look the part in that silly black getup and greasy black hair." She taunted, looking Snape up and down warily. The tension in the room became palpable and it seemed that the room got immediately stuffy and oppressive.
McGonagall's mouth nearly fell open as she thought, 'oh no this girl is poking him and he doesn't even want to be here, this is not going to end well.' Well now Leigh knew that McGonagall was a worrier, she kept going over and over what Snape might do.
On the other hand Snape had turned an even paler shade of grey and had clenched his jaw with his teeth bared beneath his curled lips. 'Who does she think she is? This girl is positively infuriating she will be trouble,' he thought as she looked fixedly at him. She noticed him flick his eyes to meet hers and saw the deep black of utter darkness, their eyes locked and then suddenly she felt it, him in her head. It was not the feeling that she got when she heard someone's thoughts but completely different, it was as if he knew what she was feeling. Immediately she looked down at the flour on the counter and began rolling another biscuit out.