Chapter 3: Music
Finding her room without a house elf, Zora was the exploring type; she found all of her luggage and guitar already there. She gave a sigh and started to unpack.
--That Severus, what a little prick. Worst of all, he's a teacher. I feel bad for his students. But he does have this strange attractiveness. That ebony hair, sort of sexy. But, that's me, the sucker for long hair.--
Zora gave another eye roll, and checked to see if Severus saw her. Of course, he wasn't there.
--Now, are we getting paranoid? Hmph.--
Zora checked the clock beside her bed. It said it was one o'clock in the morning. "Already?" Zora asked. She slipped out of her clothes and slipped on a silk bathrobe over her undergarments. She went under the satin sheets of her red themed bed and found out after and hour of tossing and turning that she couldn't sleep. There's only one thing that can help her get to sleep. Eyeing her guitar, Zora hastily picked it up and hooked up to her amp that was in one of her luggage bags. She practiced the G chord and finally started rocking out to American music. She did rock songs from artists such as, Jimi Hendrix, Steppenwolf, and other older rock artists.
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--What in the bloody hell is that horrible music?!--
Severus threw off the covers and wrapped his bathrobe around him. He looked at the clock and his emotionless eyes widened. It was two fifteen?! Why now? He really needed his sleep? He went to Zora's room and found her fingers moving rapidly over strings and wearing only a bathrobe and some undergarments that he could now see for the bathrobe came undone. Severus raised a brow. She indeed had a lovely body. --Not the time for fantasies, Severus! She's rocking out like a crazed woman! Her attitude is terrible and she has weird hair!--
Her hair was everywhere, for her head was thrashing from side to side madly. She ran in circles while on her side on the floor, beads of perspiration making her gleam slightly. She got on her knees, all the while she was still playing some Aerosmith and she held the guitar over her head. Her fingers were almost a blur they were going so fast.
Severus bellowed, "Enough of this!"
Zora immediately looked up, a bit startled. Her chest was heaving up and down for lack of breath and she had just noticed the open bathrobe. She hastily tied it back together and stared open-mouthed at Professor Snape.
"Take a picture, Miss Blaire, it might last longer."
"I-I..."
"What were you bloody thinking about playing music at this hour? Some people are trying to get to sleep!"
"Well--you see..." Zora was at a loss for words.
"Yes?" Severus was eager for her weak excuse.
"I couldn't sleep and music helps me to get to sleep." Zora was still breathing in a shallow and uneven way.
"You call _that_ music? Miss Blaire, that is the worst thing I have ever heard in years." For the full effect, Severus lifted his hand up to his temple and acted as if he had a headache.
Zora was appalled, offended, and hurt. She loved the music she played. To her, it was soothing and powerful. Crimson rushed into her cheeks as she fought to keep her anger in. But, she failed. "It is beautiful music!" she shouted, "It's a shame that you haven't heard any other kind of this music you filthy waste of human breath! You probably bury your large nose in boring books about the movement of the earth or some other boring subject such as that! Don't _ever_ criticize my music like that. Not if you don't understand it," strings of curses were shouted at Severus while Severus kept a cool look upon his face.
Once she was finished, and he could tell by the sudden silence and another rush of heavy breaths, Severus calmly said, "Other people live in this house, Miss Blaire. In your house that noise--" Zora gave Severus a sharp look. "--alright, that _music_ would have been acceptable. But not in _my_ house. Unless you'd like to remove yourself from my property, you will cease to play it."
Zora couldn't just leave, but she couldn't stop playing her music. "I will not _cease_ to play my guitar, but I will play it during daytime hours."
"Fine."
"Fine. "
"Goodnight, Miss Blaire." Severus left and it almost seemed as though his bathrobe billowed behind him like his cloak.
"For the last time, it's Zora!"
Zora just sighed and got into her bed, robe once again open. Mumbling to herself, she said, "I have got to make that man have some fun once in a while."
A/N: All right! The fic will get better. I just needed everyone to see the relation 'tween Severus and Zora and for them to see each other's interests and such. Next chapter will be better. Please review!
Finding her room without a house elf, Zora was the exploring type; she found all of her luggage and guitar already there. She gave a sigh and started to unpack.
--That Severus, what a little prick. Worst of all, he's a teacher. I feel bad for his students. But he does have this strange attractiveness. That ebony hair, sort of sexy. But, that's me, the sucker for long hair.--
Zora gave another eye roll, and checked to see if Severus saw her. Of course, he wasn't there.
--Now, are we getting paranoid? Hmph.--
Zora checked the clock beside her bed. It said it was one o'clock in the morning. "Already?" Zora asked. She slipped out of her clothes and slipped on a silk bathrobe over her undergarments. She went under the satin sheets of her red themed bed and found out after and hour of tossing and turning that she couldn't sleep. There's only one thing that can help her get to sleep. Eyeing her guitar, Zora hastily picked it up and hooked up to her amp that was in one of her luggage bags. She practiced the G chord and finally started rocking out to American music. She did rock songs from artists such as, Jimi Hendrix, Steppenwolf, and other older rock artists.
***
--What in the bloody hell is that horrible music?!--
Severus threw off the covers and wrapped his bathrobe around him. He looked at the clock and his emotionless eyes widened. It was two fifteen?! Why now? He really needed his sleep? He went to Zora's room and found her fingers moving rapidly over strings and wearing only a bathrobe and some undergarments that he could now see for the bathrobe came undone. Severus raised a brow. She indeed had a lovely body. --Not the time for fantasies, Severus! She's rocking out like a crazed woman! Her attitude is terrible and she has weird hair!--
Her hair was everywhere, for her head was thrashing from side to side madly. She ran in circles while on her side on the floor, beads of perspiration making her gleam slightly. She got on her knees, all the while she was still playing some Aerosmith and she held the guitar over her head. Her fingers were almost a blur they were going so fast.
Severus bellowed, "Enough of this!"
Zora immediately looked up, a bit startled. Her chest was heaving up and down for lack of breath and she had just noticed the open bathrobe. She hastily tied it back together and stared open-mouthed at Professor Snape.
"Take a picture, Miss Blaire, it might last longer."
"I-I..."
"What were you bloody thinking about playing music at this hour? Some people are trying to get to sleep!"
"Well--you see..." Zora was at a loss for words.
"Yes?" Severus was eager for her weak excuse.
"I couldn't sleep and music helps me to get to sleep." Zora was still breathing in a shallow and uneven way.
"You call _that_ music? Miss Blaire, that is the worst thing I have ever heard in years." For the full effect, Severus lifted his hand up to his temple and acted as if he had a headache.
Zora was appalled, offended, and hurt. She loved the music she played. To her, it was soothing and powerful. Crimson rushed into her cheeks as she fought to keep her anger in. But, she failed. "It is beautiful music!" she shouted, "It's a shame that you haven't heard any other kind of this music you filthy waste of human breath! You probably bury your large nose in boring books about the movement of the earth or some other boring subject such as that! Don't _ever_ criticize my music like that. Not if you don't understand it," strings of curses were shouted at Severus while Severus kept a cool look upon his face.
Once she was finished, and he could tell by the sudden silence and another rush of heavy breaths, Severus calmly said, "Other people live in this house, Miss Blaire. In your house that noise--" Zora gave Severus a sharp look. "--alright, that _music_ would have been acceptable. But not in _my_ house. Unless you'd like to remove yourself from my property, you will cease to play it."
Zora couldn't just leave, but she couldn't stop playing her music. "I will not _cease_ to play my guitar, but I will play it during daytime hours."
"Fine."
"Fine. "
"Goodnight, Miss Blaire." Severus left and it almost seemed as though his bathrobe billowed behind him like his cloak.
"For the last time, it's Zora!"
Zora just sighed and got into her bed, robe once again open. Mumbling to herself, she said, "I have got to make that man have some fun once in a while."
A/N: All right! The fic will get better. I just needed everyone to see the relation 'tween Severus and Zora and for them to see each other's interests and such. Next chapter will be better. Please review!
