Slytherin Mudblood
General disclaimers apply.
Chapter Three: Revelations
The ride on the Hogwarts Express meant the reunion with many of her friends. Alicia was her best friend, the one she told everything, but she had other friends she liked to spend time with.
There was a short girl with long brown hair and brilliant green eyes, Melissa Brody, always ready for mischief, and the nightmare of every teacher, as she would constantly ask questions just to drive the teachers up the walls. Alan Miller was very tall, taller than some of the seven- years, and very thin. He was a very quiet boy, but very nice, and understanding. And last in the bunch was Jennifer Ciscal, a very good- looking girl with short blond hair and blue eyes. The boys of all houses were head over heels with her, but she was not interested in them.
As they sat in the carriage, discussing the new student (whose name they still didn't know) and eating Chocolate Frogs, Jennifer smiled at Jean. "So, you met him already?"
Jean felt how her head turned crimson, and Jennifer grinned. "Yes, I met him", Jean muttered, stuffing a Chocolate Frog into her mouth.
"And what's he like?" Melissa also grinned.
"He's a sick fuck, that's what he is." Jean leaned back in her seat, looking out of the window and deliberately ignoring the grins all around her. Only Alicia was not grinning as she also had had the pleasure of meeting the new boy.
"Jean is right. He is very weird. And he reminds me of someone, but I can't figure out..."
The door slid open, and the object of their discussion stood in the aisle, smiling. "Hey. This seat taken?" He pointed at the seat next to Jean who shot him a venomous glare.
"Yes, it is. Go away." Jean still glared at him, but he stepped into the compartment and sat down beside her. He was too close, way too close for her taste.
Jennifer eyed him suspiciously. He really seemed familiar. "Say, do we know any relatives of yours? There's rumour that a teacher..."
He nodded, stopping her from going on. "My uncle." But who it was, he didn't say.
Jean snorted. "Would you be so kind as to give us your name? You know mine, so it's only fair."
He smiled at her, his hand touching her leg, making her jump, and nodded. "Of course. How rude of me. My name's Sebastian. Sebastian Snape."
Silence ensued in which the others simply stared at him. Finally Jean choked out, "That explains an awful lot."
"Like what?" Sebastian grinned at her.
"That you're such a foul bastard. Has to be in the genes."
Something flashed in Sebastian's eyes, and Jean shuddered because now it *was* Snape who sat beside her, it was the Potions Master who had intimidated and humiliated them for the last four years, and it was in his worst mood. But then the something disappeared, and it was just Sebastian again who forced a grin on his face and made a "Who cares?" gesture. "If you say so."
Jean turned away from him, looking out of the window and chewing on her lower lip. What had that been? He'd looked murderous, ready to just kill her then and there. She moved away, closer to the window, further away from him, fear creeping into her veins. He was not one to mess with.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they arrived at Hogwarts, Jean simply wanted to get to bed. She thought about asking the Headmaster if she could go directly to bed, what with the flight and all. Alicia said she should, and so Jean went on the hunt for first Prof Snape, then Dumbledore.
Snape was sitting at the High Table, scowl in place, and was watching as the students filed into the Great Hall. Jean swallowed. He looked particularly evil this evening. //Oh, come on, get it over with already.// She hurried up to the table, not oblivious to the looks she got from the other students, Malfoy in particular. She sighed. "Professor?"
He looked up at her, and Jean had to swallow again. "Yes, Miss Weiss?"
Jean knew that he had been very surprised to discover she was a muggle-born when she had been sorted, but he wasn't any more evil to her than to anybody else. She fidgeted her hands. "Um, I was wondering if I could go to bed right away. I had a very long journey and..."
"You should better ask Professor Dumbledore about this." He looked away from her, obviously looking for someone.
And Jean knew for who he was looking. Sebastian, the annoying git. She nodded, and fled from the dark Professor.
Dumbledore was just coming in from the Entrance Hall, and Jean almost ran him over. He smiled at her. "Ah, Miss Weiss. Are you alright?"
"Yes, um, no, actually. I wanted to ask if I could go to bed right away, I've had two very exhausting days and I'm not sure if I could stay awake during all of this." She gestured at the Hall and, as if to make her point, yawned heartily.
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Of course, Miss Weiss. Go ahead."
Jean smiled and went over to the Slytherin table, asking one of the Prefects for the new password, who told her very reluctantly. Sighing deeply, she left.
She was almost out of the Hall when she ran into Sebastian who was looking a little lost. Jean sighed. //My, I'm just too good to be true.// "Are you looking for something?"
He didn't look at her, his eyes still wandering through the Hall. "My uncle."
Jean pointed up at the High Table where Snape was still sulking. "He's up there, with the other teachers."
Sebastian nodded at her, then made his way through the masses of students up to the High Table. Jean watched as he went up to his uncle, and they shook hands. //Oh, very emotional, Snapey, really.// She sighed. None of her business after all. With another yawn, she left the Hall.
General disclaimers apply.
Chapter Three: Revelations
The ride on the Hogwarts Express meant the reunion with many of her friends. Alicia was her best friend, the one she told everything, but she had other friends she liked to spend time with.
There was a short girl with long brown hair and brilliant green eyes, Melissa Brody, always ready for mischief, and the nightmare of every teacher, as she would constantly ask questions just to drive the teachers up the walls. Alan Miller was very tall, taller than some of the seven- years, and very thin. He was a very quiet boy, but very nice, and understanding. And last in the bunch was Jennifer Ciscal, a very good- looking girl with short blond hair and blue eyes. The boys of all houses were head over heels with her, but she was not interested in them.
As they sat in the carriage, discussing the new student (whose name they still didn't know) and eating Chocolate Frogs, Jennifer smiled at Jean. "So, you met him already?"
Jean felt how her head turned crimson, and Jennifer grinned. "Yes, I met him", Jean muttered, stuffing a Chocolate Frog into her mouth.
"And what's he like?" Melissa also grinned.
"He's a sick fuck, that's what he is." Jean leaned back in her seat, looking out of the window and deliberately ignoring the grins all around her. Only Alicia was not grinning as she also had had the pleasure of meeting the new boy.
"Jean is right. He is very weird. And he reminds me of someone, but I can't figure out..."
The door slid open, and the object of their discussion stood in the aisle, smiling. "Hey. This seat taken?" He pointed at the seat next to Jean who shot him a venomous glare.
"Yes, it is. Go away." Jean still glared at him, but he stepped into the compartment and sat down beside her. He was too close, way too close for her taste.
Jennifer eyed him suspiciously. He really seemed familiar. "Say, do we know any relatives of yours? There's rumour that a teacher..."
He nodded, stopping her from going on. "My uncle." But who it was, he didn't say.
Jean snorted. "Would you be so kind as to give us your name? You know mine, so it's only fair."
He smiled at her, his hand touching her leg, making her jump, and nodded. "Of course. How rude of me. My name's Sebastian. Sebastian Snape."
Silence ensued in which the others simply stared at him. Finally Jean choked out, "That explains an awful lot."
"Like what?" Sebastian grinned at her.
"That you're such a foul bastard. Has to be in the genes."
Something flashed in Sebastian's eyes, and Jean shuddered because now it *was* Snape who sat beside her, it was the Potions Master who had intimidated and humiliated them for the last four years, and it was in his worst mood. But then the something disappeared, and it was just Sebastian again who forced a grin on his face and made a "Who cares?" gesture. "If you say so."
Jean turned away from him, looking out of the window and chewing on her lower lip. What had that been? He'd looked murderous, ready to just kill her then and there. She moved away, closer to the window, further away from him, fear creeping into her veins. He was not one to mess with.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When they arrived at Hogwarts, Jean simply wanted to get to bed. She thought about asking the Headmaster if she could go directly to bed, what with the flight and all. Alicia said she should, and so Jean went on the hunt for first Prof Snape, then Dumbledore.
Snape was sitting at the High Table, scowl in place, and was watching as the students filed into the Great Hall. Jean swallowed. He looked particularly evil this evening. //Oh, come on, get it over with already.// She hurried up to the table, not oblivious to the looks she got from the other students, Malfoy in particular. She sighed. "Professor?"
He looked up at her, and Jean had to swallow again. "Yes, Miss Weiss?"
Jean knew that he had been very surprised to discover she was a muggle-born when she had been sorted, but he wasn't any more evil to her than to anybody else. She fidgeted her hands. "Um, I was wondering if I could go to bed right away. I had a very long journey and..."
"You should better ask Professor Dumbledore about this." He looked away from her, obviously looking for someone.
And Jean knew for who he was looking. Sebastian, the annoying git. She nodded, and fled from the dark Professor.
Dumbledore was just coming in from the Entrance Hall, and Jean almost ran him over. He smiled at her. "Ah, Miss Weiss. Are you alright?"
"Yes, um, no, actually. I wanted to ask if I could go to bed right away, I've had two very exhausting days and I'm not sure if I could stay awake during all of this." She gestured at the Hall and, as if to make her point, yawned heartily.
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Of course, Miss Weiss. Go ahead."
Jean smiled and went over to the Slytherin table, asking one of the Prefects for the new password, who told her very reluctantly. Sighing deeply, she left.
She was almost out of the Hall when she ran into Sebastian who was looking a little lost. Jean sighed. //My, I'm just too good to be true.// "Are you looking for something?"
He didn't look at her, his eyes still wandering through the Hall. "My uncle."
Jean pointed up at the High Table where Snape was still sulking. "He's up there, with the other teachers."
Sebastian nodded at her, then made his way through the masses of students up to the High Table. Jean watched as he went up to his uncle, and they shook hands. //Oh, very emotional, Snapey, really.// She sighed. None of her business after all. With another yawn, she left the Hall.