Chapter 10: Imitations
A/N: Thank-you to all reviewers! I still need many more though!
Amanda S. Hiaasen- I'm sorry that you think my character is a Mary-Sue. I hate them also. But, Zora is far from perfect. She can be a bit spoiled, wild, and snappy at times. She isn't perfect looking either. She has an odd shaped nose, is short, and is quite pale. Also, I'm sorry that you don't like bringing made-up characters into a story. You see, fan-fictions are fiction. So, basically, I can do whatever I want with the story. Though, I don't go so far to say that she's Harry's long-lost sister or anything. Sure, she is Dumbledore's niece but . . . there will be a twist to that later.
Peace- Thanks for reviewing all the time! XD
Chibidaima- Thank-you also for reviewing! I'm glad you like my story. ^__^
Sirius was in shock. Zora? Snape . . . was snogging? Sirius made a face of pure disgust and hatred as he left the table to 'prepare his class'. Everyone knows that Sirius is an extemporaneous speaker, so he never 'prepared his classes'. Harry followed him, muttering, "Insufferable, greasy, little git."
Severus noticed and almost laughed. Zora didn't know Sirius too well, but she knew that he was embarrassed and smirked. Turning to Severus, she said, "I've got to go greet my uncle."
"By all means, go ahead." Severus said with a hint of a smile. "We can talk more later."
Zora went over to her uncle and gave him a hug. "Hello again, my child. How are you?" Dumbledore leaned in a bit more then he had already done so and whispered in Zora's ear, "Quite a show you put on."
Zora smiled, the first time she had since she walked into the great hall. Her whole face lit up and it seemed as though she was excited and bubbly again. Then it vanished.
"Uncle, I don't like that Black character. He's disrespectful."
Dumbledore chuckled. "No, my dear, you just play hard to get. It seems as though he is attracted to you." Severus' gave an involuntary twitch. Zora didn't catch the twitch, but Albus did.
"So, since I see that you've lost you're appetite, I'll have your good friend Severus lead you to your rooms."
Zora seemed to perk up a little bit at the sound of Severus' name. "Yes, that would be lovely."
Severus raised a brow and got up. He made a swift turn, his cloak billowed out behind him, and made his way out of the Great Hall. Zora took note and followed him, both of them giving glares to some brave students who dared to look at them.
Zora was right behind Severus and he made a sharp turn to the left. Zora tried to keep up, but fell. Her legs were spread out and her shoe broke. Her leg was at an odd angle, but not broken. Though, it did hurt. Severus immediately went to her aid and offered her an arm to get up. Zora stared at her leg in horror.
Severus' brow furrowed. "Oh no, you're leg isn't broken, is it?"
Zora pouted and replied, "No, it's my shoe. It broke." Zora took her shoe off and stroked it, muttering, "Italian leather, three inch heel . . . " She seemed to go on with the products and measurements of the shoe. Soon, she finished and took the other one off and stood up barefoot.
Severus rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his long, feathery hair. "Well, if you're not hurt, we can continue our lovely tour of Hogwarts."
Zora muttered. "Good ole' Hoggie-warts."
Severus heard her comment but merely shook his head.
They went through many corridors and up many stairs, finally they came to a stop. It was in front of an ordinary looking desk with an antique lamp on top of a desk. Severus looked back to see Zora's expression of disappointment. True, Zora was disappointed, but that was because of her shoe. She kept staring lovingly at it.
Severus cleared his throat.
Zora looked up.
"This is where your rooms are. All you have to do is tap your wand upon the lamp twice and mutter your password."
"What's the password?"
Severus hoped, almost prayed, that she would know this already. He muttered, "Bubbles."
"Hmm? I couldn't hear you." Zora could hear Severus; she just wanted to hear him say bubbles again.
"Bubbles."
"Bumblebee?"
"No! Not bumblebee! BUBBLES!" Severus exclaimed. Zora laughed. Severus realized she was teasing him. Also, some students heard him shouting bubbles. Shit.
"Not funny, Zora. I'm a professor at Hogwarts and I have a reputation to keep here. So, would you please keep your voice down."
"May I remind you, Professor, I am not one of your students."
Severus tapped the lamp twice and the desk's legs lengthened so the desk was taller than Severus and Zora. The wall opened to form an entryway to a hall that led to Zora's room. "I trust you can find your way next time."
Severus briskly walked away. Zora walked into her rooms and set up.
The room was intriguing; it had scarlet and black curtains. Dumbledore made special arrangements so her favorite colors were the theme. On one wall, books lined the wall held by her mother's bookshelves. Zora smiled at the thought of her at a younger age being read to by her mother. Antique furniture was scattered about the room on an antique rug. What took her breath away was her bed. It was also antique, with a lavish, black canopy and red, silk covers and pillows.
"Uncle, you've really knocked yourself out this time." Zora muttered to herself.
"I have?" Dumbledore stood in the doorway of Zora's room. He always had the annoying habit of turning up when you least expect him to.
Zora laughed and said, "Yes. You know, you're the best uncle in the world, Dumbo."
Dumbledore laughed, Zora, being raised in a muggle world, saw the movie Dumbo and has been calling Albus Dumbo ever since. Of course, she's smart enough not to do so in public.
"Well, my dear, I need to talk to you. Sit down."
Zora complied. Albus sat down also.
"First off, I noticed that you and Sirius had a little row this morning."
"Yes, but you saw . . . "Dumbledore interrupted her.
"Yes, I did see. But, you'll need to be less harsh; you must realize that he is a fellow colleague of yours. Also, if you haven't realized already, Professor Black and Professor Snape are enemies. Ever since they came to Hogwarts, them being in the same year, they've become enemies. Now, I don't want you to go solve this like you usually have urge to do with people's problems. You need to leave them alone and let them solve it on their own. Also, be careful with Severus, he's sensitive."
Zora was grinning by now. Severus. Sensitive. She scoffed and got up as Albus got up also. "I suppose you just came here to tell me to stay out of trouble."
"Naturally." Zora and Dumbledore exchanged hugs and kisses and Dumbledore strode out.
Zora went to bed; her first class was tomorrow.
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Zora's muggle alarm clock went off and Zora stretched, yawned, got up, took a shower, and put on her teaching robes. She had a short, black dress under it. First period: Gryfindor and Ravenclaw seventh years.
She looked at the piece of parchment with the names written on it and saw Harry Potter. She knew he was at Hogwarts! He was the one glued to Sirius Black. Wonder why he didn't notice her?
When the bell rung, Zora quickly went into the classroom with a pile of disorganized papers in her arms. She quickly placed them on the desk and scattered them about. She shoved some in empty drawers and some just stayed on the desk. One lamp was on the desk and she tapped with her wand, the land turned on an eerie, red light upon her desk.
When she was done, Zora looked up to find many eager eyes seeing what she would do next. It seems as though they think her lack of organization entertaining. Zora shrugged. So be it. But, the look in their eyes . . . they knew something she didn't.
She ignored the odd look and looked around the plain walls. "Well," she said. "This simply won't do." And with a simple swish of her wand, posters of some rock bands, her own band, and information on the dark arts appeared on the walls. On one wall, however, was enchanted to look like the Sahara desert. It was the wall behind her. Zora heard a collective number of 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the class and gave a satisfied smile.
Zora cleared her throat and the whispers stopped. "I am Professor Blaire. Since it is my first day teaching at Hogwarts, I am opened to answer some questions." To her surprise, several hands raised. She decided to add, "As long as they aren't to personal." Two grinning boys slowly lowered their hands.
"You, in the middle of the front row, what's your name?" Zora pointed to a sheepish girl who blushed suddenly.
"A-Alicia."
"Alright Alicia, no need to be shy. What is your question?"
"Were you in a band when you were younger?" Zora laughed, remembering the good ole band days.
"Yes, yes I was."
She called on a few more people and then on a short, blonde boy. "Yes?"
"Are you married?" Zora raised a brow and said, "No. But, maybe when you graduate I'll give you a call." A few of the muggle-borns, even the blonde boy who asked the question, laughed. For, pureblooded wizards didn't exactly know what a telephone was.
Another student asked what the wall behind her was for. Zora smiled and said that it was for the lesson today.
Then Harry asked the dreaded question.
"Is it true that you have had a relationship with Professor Snape?"
So he did remember her. She replied, "That, Harry Potter, is indeed too personal. But, no, I never had a relationship with Professor Snape. He housed me for a week for Professor Dumbledore."
"But you got to know him, right?"
Zora chuckled. "Unfortunately."
"So, you know what he is like."
"Stop beating around the bush, Harry, what do you want to ask?"
"Could you maybe . . . imitate him?" The class nodded their heads, as though they desperately wanted her to make fun of Severus Snape.
"If someone can answer for me what the wall portrays behind me, I might."
Immediately, Hermione Granger's hand shot up in the air. "Yes Miss . . . "
"Granger. I believe that the wall behind you shows the Sahara Desert. One of the most well-known deserts."
"Good job! 10 points for Gryfindor! Now—"
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Imitation?"
Zora sighed; she thought they might forget. "All right. Fine. One second."
Zora left to get her longer cloak and came back into the room, cloak flying out under her just like Severus Snape. "There will be no foolish wand waving in my class." Her voice was lower and softer for the full effect. She gave some laughing students and glared at them and stopped, her cloak wrapping around her. "What is so funny, Potter? I don't see the rest of the class laughing. 5000 POINTS FROM GRYFINDOR!" Indeed, the most of the class was laughing, and it was impossible to take that many points from Gryfindor. By now, some of the class was falling out of their chairs.
Zora tilted her head up in a Snape-ish way and sneered. "Today, you will need to brew a potion to help you stay awake. For, you will need it to stay awake in my class. The ingredients are on the board."
Zora hastily scrawled some ingredients on the board, making sure he abused the chalk, as she knew Severus did. All the students were laughing by now.
Zora finally stopped and laughed also.
"Funny, Professor Blaire." A silky, baritone voice said from the doorway. Zora straightened up and the class immediately went silent.
Zora knew who it was. What could she do?
Seduce him.
"P-Professor Snape, what can I do for you?" Severus clearly looked annoyed and motioned her to come with him.
"Class, please read chapter one in your books. I will be back soon . . . I hope." She muttered the last part for only the class to hear.
She followed Severus out and stopped when he stopped. She removed her teaching robes to reveal her short, black dress. "Yes, Severus?" Her voice was seductively low.
Severus fixated on her cleavage for one second before composing himself. "So, making fun of a Professor? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Zora."
Zora gave a guilty sigh and made a pouty face. She moved towards Severus so she was almost touching him. "I guess."
Severus hastily took a step backwards. "Miss Blaire! Do not try this on me! It's not like it was!"
"So, there was a little somethin' somethin'?"
"Something something? Miss Blaire! Please speak English."
"So, there was chemistry between us?"
Severus scoffed. "Most definitely not."
Zora intentionally made one of her straps fall. Severus stared at her milky shoulder, exposed. What he would do if he could just reach out and caress that shoulder. Much too soon, Zora gracefully lifted the strap. "Mm. Well, I guess I'm . . .sorry." Zora sighed; she hated apologizing.
Severus relished in the pain he was causing. He decided to tease her. "I'm sorry, Ms. Blaire, I couldn't quite hear you. You're . . . ?"
"I'm sorry."
"Yes, you should be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to Hogsmeade to pick up an ingredient from the apothecary." Severus gave Zora another longing glance and walked away.
Zora saw something in his eyes, was it . . . desire?
A/N: Thank-you to all reviewers! I still need many more though!
Amanda S. Hiaasen- I'm sorry that you think my character is a Mary-Sue. I hate them also. But, Zora is far from perfect. She can be a bit spoiled, wild, and snappy at times. She isn't perfect looking either. She has an odd shaped nose, is short, and is quite pale. Also, I'm sorry that you don't like bringing made-up characters into a story. You see, fan-fictions are fiction. So, basically, I can do whatever I want with the story. Though, I don't go so far to say that she's Harry's long-lost sister or anything. Sure, she is Dumbledore's niece but . . . there will be a twist to that later.
Peace- Thanks for reviewing all the time! XD
Chibidaima- Thank-you also for reviewing! I'm glad you like my story. ^__^
Sirius was in shock. Zora? Snape . . . was snogging? Sirius made a face of pure disgust and hatred as he left the table to 'prepare his class'. Everyone knows that Sirius is an extemporaneous speaker, so he never 'prepared his classes'. Harry followed him, muttering, "Insufferable, greasy, little git."
Severus noticed and almost laughed. Zora didn't know Sirius too well, but she knew that he was embarrassed and smirked. Turning to Severus, she said, "I've got to go greet my uncle."
"By all means, go ahead." Severus said with a hint of a smile. "We can talk more later."
Zora went over to her uncle and gave him a hug. "Hello again, my child. How are you?" Dumbledore leaned in a bit more then he had already done so and whispered in Zora's ear, "Quite a show you put on."
Zora smiled, the first time she had since she walked into the great hall. Her whole face lit up and it seemed as though she was excited and bubbly again. Then it vanished.
"Uncle, I don't like that Black character. He's disrespectful."
Dumbledore chuckled. "No, my dear, you just play hard to get. It seems as though he is attracted to you." Severus' gave an involuntary twitch. Zora didn't catch the twitch, but Albus did.
"So, since I see that you've lost you're appetite, I'll have your good friend Severus lead you to your rooms."
Zora seemed to perk up a little bit at the sound of Severus' name. "Yes, that would be lovely."
Severus raised a brow and got up. He made a swift turn, his cloak billowed out behind him, and made his way out of the Great Hall. Zora took note and followed him, both of them giving glares to some brave students who dared to look at them.
Zora was right behind Severus and he made a sharp turn to the left. Zora tried to keep up, but fell. Her legs were spread out and her shoe broke. Her leg was at an odd angle, but not broken. Though, it did hurt. Severus immediately went to her aid and offered her an arm to get up. Zora stared at her leg in horror.
Severus' brow furrowed. "Oh no, you're leg isn't broken, is it?"
Zora pouted and replied, "No, it's my shoe. It broke." Zora took her shoe off and stroked it, muttering, "Italian leather, three inch heel . . . " She seemed to go on with the products and measurements of the shoe. Soon, she finished and took the other one off and stood up barefoot.
Severus rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his long, feathery hair. "Well, if you're not hurt, we can continue our lovely tour of Hogwarts."
Zora muttered. "Good ole' Hoggie-warts."
Severus heard her comment but merely shook his head.
They went through many corridors and up many stairs, finally they came to a stop. It was in front of an ordinary looking desk with an antique lamp on top of a desk. Severus looked back to see Zora's expression of disappointment. True, Zora was disappointed, but that was because of her shoe. She kept staring lovingly at it.
Severus cleared his throat.
Zora looked up.
"This is where your rooms are. All you have to do is tap your wand upon the lamp twice and mutter your password."
"What's the password?"
Severus hoped, almost prayed, that she would know this already. He muttered, "Bubbles."
"Hmm? I couldn't hear you." Zora could hear Severus; she just wanted to hear him say bubbles again.
"Bubbles."
"Bumblebee?"
"No! Not bumblebee! BUBBLES!" Severus exclaimed. Zora laughed. Severus realized she was teasing him. Also, some students heard him shouting bubbles. Shit.
"Not funny, Zora. I'm a professor at Hogwarts and I have a reputation to keep here. So, would you please keep your voice down."
"May I remind you, Professor, I am not one of your students."
Severus tapped the lamp twice and the desk's legs lengthened so the desk was taller than Severus and Zora. The wall opened to form an entryway to a hall that led to Zora's room. "I trust you can find your way next time."
Severus briskly walked away. Zora walked into her rooms and set up.
The room was intriguing; it had scarlet and black curtains. Dumbledore made special arrangements so her favorite colors were the theme. On one wall, books lined the wall held by her mother's bookshelves. Zora smiled at the thought of her at a younger age being read to by her mother. Antique furniture was scattered about the room on an antique rug. What took her breath away was her bed. It was also antique, with a lavish, black canopy and red, silk covers and pillows.
"Uncle, you've really knocked yourself out this time." Zora muttered to herself.
"I have?" Dumbledore stood in the doorway of Zora's room. He always had the annoying habit of turning up when you least expect him to.
Zora laughed and said, "Yes. You know, you're the best uncle in the world, Dumbo."
Dumbledore laughed, Zora, being raised in a muggle world, saw the movie Dumbo and has been calling Albus Dumbo ever since. Of course, she's smart enough not to do so in public.
"Well, my dear, I need to talk to you. Sit down."
Zora complied. Albus sat down also.
"First off, I noticed that you and Sirius had a little row this morning."
"Yes, but you saw . . . "Dumbledore interrupted her.
"Yes, I did see. But, you'll need to be less harsh; you must realize that he is a fellow colleague of yours. Also, if you haven't realized already, Professor Black and Professor Snape are enemies. Ever since they came to Hogwarts, them being in the same year, they've become enemies. Now, I don't want you to go solve this like you usually have urge to do with people's problems. You need to leave them alone and let them solve it on their own. Also, be careful with Severus, he's sensitive."
Zora was grinning by now. Severus. Sensitive. She scoffed and got up as Albus got up also. "I suppose you just came here to tell me to stay out of trouble."
"Naturally." Zora and Dumbledore exchanged hugs and kisses and Dumbledore strode out.
Zora went to bed; her first class was tomorrow.
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Zora's muggle alarm clock went off and Zora stretched, yawned, got up, took a shower, and put on her teaching robes. She had a short, black dress under it. First period: Gryfindor and Ravenclaw seventh years.
She looked at the piece of parchment with the names written on it and saw Harry Potter. She knew he was at Hogwarts! He was the one glued to Sirius Black. Wonder why he didn't notice her?
When the bell rung, Zora quickly went into the classroom with a pile of disorganized papers in her arms. She quickly placed them on the desk and scattered them about. She shoved some in empty drawers and some just stayed on the desk. One lamp was on the desk and she tapped with her wand, the land turned on an eerie, red light upon her desk.
When she was done, Zora looked up to find many eager eyes seeing what she would do next. It seems as though they think her lack of organization entertaining. Zora shrugged. So be it. But, the look in their eyes . . . they knew something she didn't.
She ignored the odd look and looked around the plain walls. "Well," she said. "This simply won't do." And with a simple swish of her wand, posters of some rock bands, her own band, and information on the dark arts appeared on the walls. On one wall, however, was enchanted to look like the Sahara desert. It was the wall behind her. Zora heard a collective number of 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the class and gave a satisfied smile.
Zora cleared her throat and the whispers stopped. "I am Professor Blaire. Since it is my first day teaching at Hogwarts, I am opened to answer some questions." To her surprise, several hands raised. She decided to add, "As long as they aren't to personal." Two grinning boys slowly lowered their hands.
"You, in the middle of the front row, what's your name?" Zora pointed to a sheepish girl who blushed suddenly.
"A-Alicia."
"Alright Alicia, no need to be shy. What is your question?"
"Were you in a band when you were younger?" Zora laughed, remembering the good ole band days.
"Yes, yes I was."
She called on a few more people and then on a short, blonde boy. "Yes?"
"Are you married?" Zora raised a brow and said, "No. But, maybe when you graduate I'll give you a call." A few of the muggle-borns, even the blonde boy who asked the question, laughed. For, pureblooded wizards didn't exactly know what a telephone was.
Another student asked what the wall behind her was for. Zora smiled and said that it was for the lesson today.
Then Harry asked the dreaded question.
"Is it true that you have had a relationship with Professor Snape?"
So he did remember her. She replied, "That, Harry Potter, is indeed too personal. But, no, I never had a relationship with Professor Snape. He housed me for a week for Professor Dumbledore."
"But you got to know him, right?"
Zora chuckled. "Unfortunately."
"So, you know what he is like."
"Stop beating around the bush, Harry, what do you want to ask?"
"Could you maybe . . . imitate him?" The class nodded their heads, as though they desperately wanted her to make fun of Severus Snape.
"If someone can answer for me what the wall portrays behind me, I might."
Immediately, Hermione Granger's hand shot up in the air. "Yes Miss . . . "
"Granger. I believe that the wall behind you shows the Sahara Desert. One of the most well-known deserts."
"Good job! 10 points for Gryfindor! Now—"
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Imitation?"
Zora sighed; she thought they might forget. "All right. Fine. One second."
Zora left to get her longer cloak and came back into the room, cloak flying out under her just like Severus Snape. "There will be no foolish wand waving in my class." Her voice was lower and softer for the full effect. She gave some laughing students and glared at them and stopped, her cloak wrapping around her. "What is so funny, Potter? I don't see the rest of the class laughing. 5000 POINTS FROM GRYFINDOR!" Indeed, the most of the class was laughing, and it was impossible to take that many points from Gryfindor. By now, some of the class was falling out of their chairs.
Zora tilted her head up in a Snape-ish way and sneered. "Today, you will need to brew a potion to help you stay awake. For, you will need it to stay awake in my class. The ingredients are on the board."
Zora hastily scrawled some ingredients on the board, making sure he abused the chalk, as she knew Severus did. All the students were laughing by now.
Zora finally stopped and laughed also.
"Funny, Professor Blaire." A silky, baritone voice said from the doorway. Zora straightened up and the class immediately went silent.
Zora knew who it was. What could she do?
Seduce him.
"P-Professor Snape, what can I do for you?" Severus clearly looked annoyed and motioned her to come with him.
"Class, please read chapter one in your books. I will be back soon . . . I hope." She muttered the last part for only the class to hear.
She followed Severus out and stopped when he stopped. She removed her teaching robes to reveal her short, black dress. "Yes, Severus?" Her voice was seductively low.
Severus fixated on her cleavage for one second before composing himself. "So, making fun of a Professor? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Zora."
Zora gave a guilty sigh and made a pouty face. She moved towards Severus so she was almost touching him. "I guess."
Severus hastily took a step backwards. "Miss Blaire! Do not try this on me! It's not like it was!"
"So, there was a little somethin' somethin'?"
"Something something? Miss Blaire! Please speak English."
"So, there was chemistry between us?"
Severus scoffed. "Most definitely not."
Zora intentionally made one of her straps fall. Severus stared at her milky shoulder, exposed. What he would do if he could just reach out and caress that shoulder. Much too soon, Zora gracefully lifted the strap. "Mm. Well, I guess I'm . . .sorry." Zora sighed; she hated apologizing.
Severus relished in the pain he was causing. He decided to tease her. "I'm sorry, Ms. Blaire, I couldn't quite hear you. You're . . . ?"
"I'm sorry."
"Yes, you should be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to Hogsmeade to pick up an ingredient from the apothecary." Severus gave Zora another longing glance and walked away.
Zora saw something in his eyes, was it . . . desire?
