A/N: Chapter four that was supposed to be chapter three is now here. I
need a title for this. oh, and this is an AU fic now.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own. How many times must I state that fact?
I am very bored so I am going to do one of those replying to the reviewers thingy.
Dark Magician Girl: Thank you, and I am continuing ^^ I have the next, er five, six, or is it four? chapters on paper, so I am not stopping now.
Crimson Dragoness: Why do I bother replying to your reviews.? I see you nearly every day. whatever.
Stargurl: Yup, I'll keep on going.
Leitheindel: She reacts. well, just continue reading and you'll find out. heh heh.
pandemonium black: Yeah, it's kinda OOC. I knew that for a while, but I didn't realize how OOC it was. I read so much FanFiction, it totally destroys what the characters are actually like in my mind. I am so dumb. Some of the stuff I have already changed, but I might make it an AU fic so I can have to character that, you know, in it. Just for my amusement.
*~*~*~*~* LAST CHAPTER *~*~*~*~*
Severus looked around. Ironically, the walls were painted green and silver. Not that you could see the walls that well. Every little space was covered with various posters of people. Severus later learned that they were members of bands that she liked. Even the ceiling was covered. On the floor, there were various books lying around. He bent down and picked one up. Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code.
"The third in a series. The first is probably around here somewhere. If you see a paperback, gold, sparkly book, that's it," René said. She turned her CD Player on again and Severus jumped.
"What is that?" Severus asked.
"A CD Player. The music is Linkin Park," René explained.
"I see," Severus lied.
"So. Why did you come here?" René asked.
"This is why," Severus threw the newspaper at her. She unfolded it and began to read.
*~*~*~*~*
René snickered, then began to laugh.
"Are we reading the same article here?" Severus glared.
"Prof. Snape and ??? by Rita Skeeter.
"Professor Severus Snape, Potion's Master at Hogwarts, was seen carrying many bags a few days ago at Diagon Alley. With him was an unknown female. Who could she be? How does she know Prof. Snape? Could it be lo- " René was cut off by Severus.
"How do you find that funny?" he demanded.
"How could you not? They got the facts all wrong!" René giggled.
"Stupid Skeeter. Didn't Granger capture her last year?" Severus wondered.
*~*~*~*~*
Mage Kitty: We have already verified that she escaped.
Severus: Nobody informed me.
René: Uh, Sev, we were there, remember? We told them to play the flashback thing.
Severus: Oh yeah.
Mage Kitty and Fred: Ha! René agrees with us!
Crimson Dragoness and George: Severus (Crimson Dragoness), Professor Snape (George), who's side are you on?
Severus: René, Mage Kitty and Fred's. Theirs makes more sense.
Crimson Dragoness: And that's why I prefer stories with Draco.
Mage Kitty: Severus.
Crimson Dragoness: Draco.
Mage Kitty: Severus.
Crimson Dragoness: Draco.
Mage Kitty: Severus.
René: Oh, shut up.
Mage Kitty and Crimson Dragoness: *sticks out tongues at René*
René: *sticks out her tongue at Mage Kitty and Crimson Dragoness*
Severus: How very mature. You are worse than my students.
Mage Kitty: Technically, Crimson and I could be your students.
Severus: *rolls eyes* Fine, René, you're worse than our students.
René, Mage Kitty and Crimson Dragoness: *stick out tongues at Severus*
Severus: *sighs* Back to the story.
*~*~*~*~*
"How am I supposed to know? I don't even know who Granger is!" René said.
"Hasn't Minerva told you all about her pet student?" Severus asked sarcastically.
"Oh, a Gryffindor then, I assume," René said, then buried herself in the newspaper.
"Of course, what else would she be?" Severus snarled.
"Severus, all I know about this girl is that her name is Granger, she's a Gryffindor, you hate her, and she's a she," René said absently.
"She's a know-it-all, bushy haired, annoying girl. She is also friends with Potter and Weasley. Blasted good-for-nothing Gryffindors," Severus grumbled.
"Quite obviously they are good for something. They /do/ save everyone from /Him/ every year," René said, not really listening to Severus.
"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON, ANYWAYS?!?" Severus yelled at her.
"The winning side," René said.
"The winning- /what/?" Severus asked.
"The winning side. I'd rather be alive. So I am neutral. Ish. Yeah. Unless there is a party run by Albus. Then I'd be on his side!" René shrugged, then got off her bed.
"You're mad."
"Dude, didn't I tell you that a looooooong time ago?" René asked.
"I have no idea."
"Okay then," René walked past Severus and out of her room. Severus quickly followed her as she walked up the stairs.
"René dear, could you set the table for me?" Ellen called from the kitchen.
"Sure mother!" René first walked over to the TV and turned it on. She flicked through the Guide and found an episode of The Simpson's that she never saw. She clicked on it, and the theme song filled the room. Humming, René went into the kitchen. Severus stared at her, then turned wide-eyed towards the TV. He stood there, staring, completely entranced by the moving colours.
"René? Could you conjure up a table for, er, six in the living room, please?" Ellen asked.
"No problem," René walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Six plates, cups, forks, knives, and placemats floated along behind her. Severus didn't notice. He was now watching commercials. René tossed the Daily Prophet on a chair and whipped out her wand. She bit her bottom lip and cocked her head sideways, her eyes scrunched up. She waved her wand and a table appeared. The plates, cups, forks, knives and placemats fell on the floor with a crash. Severus still didn't notice.
"DAMN IT!" René cursed.
"Watch your mouth, dear," Ellen reprimanded her. She waved her wand and the items fixed themselves.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" René intoned, and the ragged collection of dinnerware rose in the air. She waved her wand, and each of the dinnerware went to roughly its proper spot. René surveyed her handiwork and smiled. She then turned to Severus.
"Severus. You could sit down," René smiled.
"What /is/ that?" Severus asked.
"A TV. Stupid commercials," René said, placing a hand on his arm and led him over to a couch and pushed him down. She then stretched out across the same couch, legs across Severus' lap. René stared vaguely at the TV, watching Bart argue with Principal Skinner. Unnoticed by either of them, Ellen stood in the doorway, with a scheming smile on her face. Ellen disappeared back in the kitchen. A few minutes later, there was a 'crack' announcing the arrival of an Apparater. René slide off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
"'Ello Dad," René said to the dark haired man standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey René! How's life?" René's Dad asked.
"Great," René said.
"Ryan! How was your day at work?" Ellen asked.
"Usual," the dark haired man, Ryan said, "What brings you here, René?"
"To tell you that I got the job and I need to get some stuff," René said, "Oh, and Severus followed me."
"Severus?" Ryan asked.
"The guy in the living room looking as if he never saw a TV before. Actually, he probably hasn't," René said, "one minute, I'll go ask," René poked her head out of the kitchen door and asked Severus, "Sevvie-Darling, have you ever seen a TV before?"
"What's a TV?" Severus asked absentmindedly.
"Well, he's sure out of it. You'd think he'd flip out on me for calling him Sevvie-Darling. He gets mad enough when I call him Sev." René said, "HEY!! Why are you looking at me like that for?"
"You called him 'Sevvie-Darling', dear," Ellen said.
"I know what I- WHOA! Don't get any idea's there! I said that to annoy him!" René said, taking a step back, waving her arms frantically in front of her face.
"But René! You know you will get with him sooner or later, why fight it?" Ellen asked.
"I'm still harbouring a faint hope. And Severus doesn't like the idea," René said.
"How do you know that? He seemed unperturbed when I told him that he will go out with you," Ellen said.
"You don't wanna know how I know." René said.
"No, you don't want us to know how you know," Ryan said.
"That works too."
Crack!
"Hey Mom, Dad, René!" A fair haired man, younger than René, greeted.
"HA!! I beat you, Rory, and I don't even know what's going on!" René grinned.
"Supper," Rory said.
"Supper? I had breakfast an hour ago!" René said.
"René, this is not England. We eat at normal times here," Ryan said.
"Damn time differences. So, where's Maurie?" René asked.
"She should be coming soon. You know how she is at Apparating," Ryan said.
"Don't remind me. Please," René said.
"Hey! What's this?" A female voice asked from the living room.
"Hey Maurie! How are you?" René walked out of the kitchen.
"Great! The Daily Prophet. Hey! René, why does this person look like you?" Maurie asked, "And why does this guy look like that one?"
"Cause they /are/ us. Shopping is lots of fun when you have a slave!" René grinned, "Severus. Seeevvvvuuurrruuusss! SEVVIE!!"
"What the hell did you call me?" Severus jolted into reality.
"Sevvie. Earlier I called you Sevvie-Darling. God you're out of it!" René said.
"Help me. Merlin save me from deranged females," Severus said.
"Nice to see you respect me sooo much, Severus," René grumbled.
"I respect you as much as you respect me," Severus said.
"Then you don't respect me at all," René rolled her eyes.
"Then you should respect me. I /am/ one of the best Potions Masters in the world," Severus smirked.
"So? Does it look like I care?" René groaned, "Besides, I am one of the world's leading experts on Dark Magic."
"So am I."
"DAMN YOU!" Now it was Severus' turn to roll his eyes.
"You don't take losing well, don't you?"
"If you're so smart and knowledgeable about the Dark Arts, why don't you teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, then?" René asked.
"I have no idea," Severus said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" René asked, a devious smirk on her face.
"Pray tell why I would tell you?" Severus asked.
"Cause if you don't, I can make your life a living hell," René said.
"I'm so sure you could."
"INFURIATING MAN!"
"It is too easy to drive you crazy," Severus smirked.
"THAT'S IT! SAY GOOD BYE, YOU SNOT HAIRED PRAT!" René whipped out her wand, only to have it removed from her grasp.
"René, I don't think it would be a good idea to curse him," Maurie said.
"Why not?" René whined like a little kid.
"Because," Maurie said.
"THAT'S NOT A REASON!" René yelled. Long before this time, Ryan, Rory and Ellen came out of the kitchen to watch.
"Yes it is," Maurie said.
"INFURIATING WOMAN!"
"That's the second time you've used the word 'infuriating' in three minutes," Severus commented.
"DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" René yelled, then ripped her wand away from Maurie, "NOW YOU SHALL SUFFER WITH SCARLET HAIR! ÉCARLATE!" A jet of scarlet light streamed out from her wand and settled on Severus' hair.
"Did you have to choose a Gryffindor colour?" Severus asked.
"That's why I chose it, idiot," René rolled her eyes.
"Stupid. If Minerva floo'd in here right now and didn't recognise me, I'd give you twenty Galleons.
"Hey René! Do you know where Severus is?" Minerva asked, who just arrived by Floo.
"Do you know who he is?" René asked, pointing to Severus.
"Never saw him in my life. Now, where is Sev- What's so funny?" Minerva asked.
"The guy I was pointing to was Severus!" René gasped out between hysterical giggles. Ellen, Rory, Ryan, René and Maurie laughed harder. Severus scowled deeper.
"Well then. Both of you get back to Hogwarts. Albus has called a staff meeting," Minerva said.
"About what?" Severus asked.
"About if it is worth the trouble to find a True Seer," Minerva explained.
"What happened to Trelawney?" Severus asked.
"Heart attack. She was predicting Harry's death. Again," Minerva smiled, gleefully, "The Healers and Poppy said it is unwise for her to teach."
"She must be devastated. Remember last year?" Unbelievably, a small smile touched Severus' lips.
"The Toad-Bitch was a little harsh. Trelawney deserved it, though," Minerva said.
"Hang on a minute. I am soooo lost. Who is Trelawney? And who is The Toad-Bitch?" René asked.
"Sybil Trela-"
"No need to say more about her. Toad-Bitch." Ellen said.
"Er, Umbridge. Stupid, toad-like Ministry witch. Really cruel. She was driven insane by our lovely friends, the centaurs," Minerva smirked.
"Ooookay then," René said.
"She taught Defence Against the Dark Arts last year. She sucked," Severus said.
"Oh. Right. I take it you need a new Divination's Professor?" René asked.
"Yes. That is what the meeting is about. It is to decide on whether or not we get a human Divination's Professor. It /is/ hard to find a True Seer willing, you know," Minerva said.
"I don't think you'll have to look very far."
*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Me done for now. I wrote most of this off of the top of my head. I lost my written copy of this chapter. Well, most of it. But I bought a filling thingy now! School supply shopping rocks! I get new pens for writing, new pencils for drawing, markers and pencil crayons for colouring, erasers for erasing, fineliners for finelining. FUN!! Call me crazy, but I'm bored of summer. I can never find enough time to write. Nor am I creative enough in the summer to write properly. And I get too lazy to type. You see my major problem. Then during school, I'm doing homework. But Pyro's sister says that she had less homework in Grade 10 then she did in 9. So maybe I'll have time. Not. I spend all of my time in school writing and drawing anyways. I'm rambling. Bye bye!
*winks and gives peace sign, slowly fading out*
Mage Kitty ^^
DISCLAIMER: I don't own. How many times must I state that fact?
I am very bored so I am going to do one of those replying to the reviewers thingy.
Dark Magician Girl: Thank you, and I am continuing ^^ I have the next, er five, six, or is it four? chapters on paper, so I am not stopping now.
Crimson Dragoness: Why do I bother replying to your reviews.? I see you nearly every day. whatever.
Stargurl: Yup, I'll keep on going.
Leitheindel: She reacts. well, just continue reading and you'll find out. heh heh.
pandemonium black: Yeah, it's kinda OOC. I knew that for a while, but I didn't realize how OOC it was. I read so much FanFiction, it totally destroys what the characters are actually like in my mind. I am so dumb. Some of the stuff I have already changed, but I might make it an AU fic so I can have to character that, you know, in it. Just for my amusement.
*~*~*~*~* LAST CHAPTER *~*~*~*~*
Severus looked around. Ironically, the walls were painted green and silver. Not that you could see the walls that well. Every little space was covered with various posters of people. Severus later learned that they were members of bands that she liked. Even the ceiling was covered. On the floor, there were various books lying around. He bent down and picked one up. Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code.
"The third in a series. The first is probably around here somewhere. If you see a paperback, gold, sparkly book, that's it," René said. She turned her CD Player on again and Severus jumped.
"What is that?" Severus asked.
"A CD Player. The music is Linkin Park," René explained.
"I see," Severus lied.
"So. Why did you come here?" René asked.
"This is why," Severus threw the newspaper at her. She unfolded it and began to read.
*~*~*~*~*
René snickered, then began to laugh.
"Are we reading the same article here?" Severus glared.
"Prof. Snape and ??? by Rita Skeeter.
"Professor Severus Snape, Potion's Master at Hogwarts, was seen carrying many bags a few days ago at Diagon Alley. With him was an unknown female. Who could she be? How does she know Prof. Snape? Could it be lo- " René was cut off by Severus.
"How do you find that funny?" he demanded.
"How could you not? They got the facts all wrong!" René giggled.
"Stupid Skeeter. Didn't Granger capture her last year?" Severus wondered.
*~*~*~*~*
Mage Kitty: We have already verified that she escaped.
Severus: Nobody informed me.
René: Uh, Sev, we were there, remember? We told them to play the flashback thing.
Severus: Oh yeah.
Mage Kitty and Fred: Ha! René agrees with us!
Crimson Dragoness and George: Severus (Crimson Dragoness), Professor Snape (George), who's side are you on?
Severus: René, Mage Kitty and Fred's. Theirs makes more sense.
Crimson Dragoness: And that's why I prefer stories with Draco.
Mage Kitty: Severus.
Crimson Dragoness: Draco.
Mage Kitty: Severus.
Crimson Dragoness: Draco.
Mage Kitty: Severus.
René: Oh, shut up.
Mage Kitty and Crimson Dragoness: *sticks out tongues at René*
René: *sticks out her tongue at Mage Kitty and Crimson Dragoness*
Severus: How very mature. You are worse than my students.
Mage Kitty: Technically, Crimson and I could be your students.
Severus: *rolls eyes* Fine, René, you're worse than our students.
René, Mage Kitty and Crimson Dragoness: *stick out tongues at Severus*
Severus: *sighs* Back to the story.
*~*~*~*~*
"How am I supposed to know? I don't even know who Granger is!" René said.
"Hasn't Minerva told you all about her pet student?" Severus asked sarcastically.
"Oh, a Gryffindor then, I assume," René said, then buried herself in the newspaper.
"Of course, what else would she be?" Severus snarled.
"Severus, all I know about this girl is that her name is Granger, she's a Gryffindor, you hate her, and she's a she," René said absently.
"She's a know-it-all, bushy haired, annoying girl. She is also friends with Potter and Weasley. Blasted good-for-nothing Gryffindors," Severus grumbled.
"Quite obviously they are good for something. They /do/ save everyone from /Him/ every year," René said, not really listening to Severus.
"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON, ANYWAYS?!?" Severus yelled at her.
"The winning side," René said.
"The winning- /what/?" Severus asked.
"The winning side. I'd rather be alive. So I am neutral. Ish. Yeah. Unless there is a party run by Albus. Then I'd be on his side!" René shrugged, then got off her bed.
"You're mad."
"Dude, didn't I tell you that a looooooong time ago?" René asked.
"I have no idea."
"Okay then," René walked past Severus and out of her room. Severus quickly followed her as she walked up the stairs.
"René dear, could you set the table for me?" Ellen called from the kitchen.
"Sure mother!" René first walked over to the TV and turned it on. She flicked through the Guide and found an episode of The Simpson's that she never saw. She clicked on it, and the theme song filled the room. Humming, René went into the kitchen. Severus stared at her, then turned wide-eyed towards the TV. He stood there, staring, completely entranced by the moving colours.
"René? Could you conjure up a table for, er, six in the living room, please?" Ellen asked.
"No problem," René walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Six plates, cups, forks, knives, and placemats floated along behind her. Severus didn't notice. He was now watching commercials. René tossed the Daily Prophet on a chair and whipped out her wand. She bit her bottom lip and cocked her head sideways, her eyes scrunched up. She waved her wand and a table appeared. The plates, cups, forks, knives and placemats fell on the floor with a crash. Severus still didn't notice.
"DAMN IT!" René cursed.
"Watch your mouth, dear," Ellen reprimanded her. She waved her wand and the items fixed themselves.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" René intoned, and the ragged collection of dinnerware rose in the air. She waved her wand, and each of the dinnerware went to roughly its proper spot. René surveyed her handiwork and smiled. She then turned to Severus.
"Severus. You could sit down," René smiled.
"What /is/ that?" Severus asked.
"A TV. Stupid commercials," René said, placing a hand on his arm and led him over to a couch and pushed him down. She then stretched out across the same couch, legs across Severus' lap. René stared vaguely at the TV, watching Bart argue with Principal Skinner. Unnoticed by either of them, Ellen stood in the doorway, with a scheming smile on her face. Ellen disappeared back in the kitchen. A few minutes later, there was a 'crack' announcing the arrival of an Apparater. René slide off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
"'Ello Dad," René said to the dark haired man standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hey René! How's life?" René's Dad asked.
"Great," René said.
"Ryan! How was your day at work?" Ellen asked.
"Usual," the dark haired man, Ryan said, "What brings you here, René?"
"To tell you that I got the job and I need to get some stuff," René said, "Oh, and Severus followed me."
"Severus?" Ryan asked.
"The guy in the living room looking as if he never saw a TV before. Actually, he probably hasn't," René said, "one minute, I'll go ask," René poked her head out of the kitchen door and asked Severus, "Sevvie-Darling, have you ever seen a TV before?"
"What's a TV?" Severus asked absentmindedly.
"Well, he's sure out of it. You'd think he'd flip out on me for calling him Sevvie-Darling. He gets mad enough when I call him Sev." René said, "HEY!! Why are you looking at me like that for?"
"You called him 'Sevvie-Darling', dear," Ellen said.
"I know what I- WHOA! Don't get any idea's there! I said that to annoy him!" René said, taking a step back, waving her arms frantically in front of her face.
"But René! You know you will get with him sooner or later, why fight it?" Ellen asked.
"I'm still harbouring a faint hope. And Severus doesn't like the idea," René said.
"How do you know that? He seemed unperturbed when I told him that he will go out with you," Ellen said.
"You don't wanna know how I know." René said.
"No, you don't want us to know how you know," Ryan said.
"That works too."
Crack!
"Hey Mom, Dad, René!" A fair haired man, younger than René, greeted.
"HA!! I beat you, Rory, and I don't even know what's going on!" René grinned.
"Supper," Rory said.
"Supper? I had breakfast an hour ago!" René said.
"René, this is not England. We eat at normal times here," Ryan said.
"Damn time differences. So, where's Maurie?" René asked.
"She should be coming soon. You know how she is at Apparating," Ryan said.
"Don't remind me. Please," René said.
"Hey! What's this?" A female voice asked from the living room.
"Hey Maurie! How are you?" René walked out of the kitchen.
"Great! The Daily Prophet. Hey! René, why does this person look like you?" Maurie asked, "And why does this guy look like that one?"
"Cause they /are/ us. Shopping is lots of fun when you have a slave!" René grinned, "Severus. Seeevvvvuuurrruuusss! SEVVIE!!"
"What the hell did you call me?" Severus jolted into reality.
"Sevvie. Earlier I called you Sevvie-Darling. God you're out of it!" René said.
"Help me. Merlin save me from deranged females," Severus said.
"Nice to see you respect me sooo much, Severus," René grumbled.
"I respect you as much as you respect me," Severus said.
"Then you don't respect me at all," René rolled her eyes.
"Then you should respect me. I /am/ one of the best Potions Masters in the world," Severus smirked.
"So? Does it look like I care?" René groaned, "Besides, I am one of the world's leading experts on Dark Magic."
"So am I."
"DAMN YOU!" Now it was Severus' turn to roll his eyes.
"You don't take losing well, don't you?"
"If you're so smart and knowledgeable about the Dark Arts, why don't you teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, then?" René asked.
"I have no idea," Severus said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" René asked, a devious smirk on her face.
"Pray tell why I would tell you?" Severus asked.
"Cause if you don't, I can make your life a living hell," René said.
"I'm so sure you could."
"INFURIATING MAN!"
"It is too easy to drive you crazy," Severus smirked.
"THAT'S IT! SAY GOOD BYE, YOU SNOT HAIRED PRAT!" René whipped out her wand, only to have it removed from her grasp.
"René, I don't think it would be a good idea to curse him," Maurie said.
"Why not?" René whined like a little kid.
"Because," Maurie said.
"THAT'S NOT A REASON!" René yelled. Long before this time, Ryan, Rory and Ellen came out of the kitchen to watch.
"Yes it is," Maurie said.
"INFURIATING WOMAN!"
"That's the second time you've used the word 'infuriating' in three minutes," Severus commented.
"DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" René yelled, then ripped her wand away from Maurie, "NOW YOU SHALL SUFFER WITH SCARLET HAIR! ÉCARLATE!" A jet of scarlet light streamed out from her wand and settled on Severus' hair.
"Did you have to choose a Gryffindor colour?" Severus asked.
"That's why I chose it, idiot," René rolled her eyes.
"Stupid. If Minerva floo'd in here right now and didn't recognise me, I'd give you twenty Galleons.
"Hey René! Do you know where Severus is?" Minerva asked, who just arrived by Floo.
"Do you know who he is?" René asked, pointing to Severus.
"Never saw him in my life. Now, where is Sev- What's so funny?" Minerva asked.
"The guy I was pointing to was Severus!" René gasped out between hysterical giggles. Ellen, Rory, Ryan, René and Maurie laughed harder. Severus scowled deeper.
"Well then. Both of you get back to Hogwarts. Albus has called a staff meeting," Minerva said.
"About what?" Severus asked.
"About if it is worth the trouble to find a True Seer," Minerva explained.
"What happened to Trelawney?" Severus asked.
"Heart attack. She was predicting Harry's death. Again," Minerva smiled, gleefully, "The Healers and Poppy said it is unwise for her to teach."
"She must be devastated. Remember last year?" Unbelievably, a small smile touched Severus' lips.
"The Toad-Bitch was a little harsh. Trelawney deserved it, though," Minerva said.
"Hang on a minute. I am soooo lost. Who is Trelawney? And who is The Toad-Bitch?" René asked.
"Sybil Trela-"
"No need to say more about her. Toad-Bitch." Ellen said.
"Er, Umbridge. Stupid, toad-like Ministry witch. Really cruel. She was driven insane by our lovely friends, the centaurs," Minerva smirked.
"Ooookay then," René said.
"She taught Defence Against the Dark Arts last year. She sucked," Severus said.
"Oh. Right. I take it you need a new Divination's Professor?" René asked.
"Yes. That is what the meeting is about. It is to decide on whether or not we get a human Divination's Professor. It /is/ hard to find a True Seer willing, you know," Minerva said.
"I don't think you'll have to look very far."
*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Me done for now. I wrote most of this off of the top of my head. I lost my written copy of this chapter. Well, most of it. But I bought a filling thingy now! School supply shopping rocks! I get new pens for writing, new pencils for drawing, markers and pencil crayons for colouring, erasers for erasing, fineliners for finelining. FUN!! Call me crazy, but I'm bored of summer. I can never find enough time to write. Nor am I creative enough in the summer to write properly. And I get too lazy to type. You see my major problem. Then during school, I'm doing homework. But Pyro's sister says that she had less homework in Grade 10 then she did in 9. So maybe I'll have time. Not. I spend all of my time in school writing and drawing anyways. I'm rambling. Bye bye!
*winks and gives peace sign, slowly fading out*
Mage Kitty ^^
