My Name: X-Lynn McTavels
Story Title: Sea Star Until I figure out a different title
Rating: PG 13
Chapter Eight:
Out of Order
Snape stared at the dresser for a moment more then went back over to his bed. He was no longer tired, so sleep wouldn't come easy.
"Perhaps a walk will help..." muttering to himself, not truly thinking it would, the man rose from his bed and instantly grabbed his wand from under his pillow. Walking through his sitting room he combed his long, slender fingers through his hair. Sighing he opened his door and stepped out into the hall way, closing his door it blended into the stone wall as if it were never there.
Snape had walked through the halls for some time, merely thinking how he wished to catch Potter and his tag along Wesley out on a midnight stroll. Tanking points off of them was one of his favorite hobbies, right up there with his sea shell collection. Then there was a rustling of night clothes behind him. He smirked speak of the Dark Lord and in he walks. Turning his looming figure around with a sneer to make Mrs. Norris high tail it out of there, he found not Potter but some one he never guessed to find. It was the new red headed girl from his house. She gasped and dropped a water bottle that had been clutched in her hand. It hit the floor and the water gurgled out into a puddle that Flich wouldn't be happy about.
"Miss Nesia what are you doing out this late?" He asked dropping his sneer for a look that was softer and bewildered. She dropped her chin to her chest and shuttered.
"S-s-s-or-or-ry s-si-sir...I-I-I'm l-l-o-s-s-st." She stuttered in a whisper almost too silent to hear. He could tell she was afraid of him, for he got that enough from Neville as well as others to recognize such a thing. But he had never in his teaching career had gotten that reaction out of a student from his own house. She was trembling but unlike with Neville it didn't annoy him and make him want to go on terrorizing the blundering idiot. It made him feel sympathy for the poor thing, made him think of a small animal that had been cornered by a wolf. It made him want to speak softly to her and get her to calm down. But he restrained himself, he just made sure his voice was monotone and at a normal volume.
"Lost? It's been five hours since the feast. Can you honestly tell me you've been lost that long, and even after you were meant to fallow your house prefects to the common room?" She moved her head slightly to the left and then the right in a jester of no. "Well then...." He jumped back feeling cold grip his toes, he felt like yelling at Peeves before he realized that it was the water still spilling out of Amie's dropped bottle. How much water was in that thing? It was now pooled around Amie's feet, his own, and was now creeping down the hall way. "Why is so much water coming out of that?" He asked stepping to a dry spot.
"It's charmed to refill itself..." Was the barely heard replay that was received. No further explanation was given. He frowned he knew what it felt like not being able to remember things he was once so familiar with, but not knowing anything of yourself must be awful. He didn't understand why he was feeling compassion for this freighted thing. He picked up the bottle and charmed the stones under their feet dry. Handing it back to her, she whispered a thank you.
"Why are you out here?" He rephrased the question. She stood there quite for a time,
"I needed to go to the restroom..." Was the answer and nothing more. She was still looking at the ground and shaking even worse now. He felt so sorry for the poor dear, but didn't let it show. He made it look as if he wasn't noticing her fear.
"There is one near your dorm room." He told her. She nodded,
"I tried that one..." She faded off. He now figured she would need to have the information coaxed out of her.
"Why didn't you use it?" She swallowed,
"That little flying man was in there..." Snape frowned, Peeves.
"What was he doing?" He asked with a twinge of annoyance at his being in the girls bathroom, especially in the one of his hose girl's dorm one.
"Smearing rude words on the mirrors...In tooth paste...And make up." She stated as if she were talking to her nose. For he was sure that's the only thing that had really heard her well.
"How long have you been lost?" He asked worried that Flich might have gotten hold of her.
"Three hours..." She answered a little louder now. He felt his brows knit together in pity of such a thing happening to her on her first night in a place she didn't know. Why was it first he felt he knew this girl, and then he wanted to make her feel better. Not to be so scared for Hogwarts was the safest place in the world. But then he thought it must be because she didn't know who she was or where she came from. That story McGonagall told her had touched his cold heart. He hadn't been to sure he really had one until tonight. But he did, for he felt it lurch when he saw those glassier eyes, set in a moon face, under golden fire. He knew her; he felt it in his heart. It may have had an 'Out of order' sign hung on it for some time but now it was in full working service. But only out of sorrow for this girl and the longing to know who she was.
"Has Flich found you?" She shook her head no. He sighed at lest she hadn't been put though his tongue lashing. "Do you want me to show you how to get back to the common room?" She looked up with watery eyes. He felt his heart beat a little harder at that. He jerked his head back,
"Come on then." He said gently as she flinched at his sudden movement. She nodded and fallowed his long strides easily. He hadn't noticed this before but she was about his height, he was a few inches higher then six feet and here was this fifteen year old girl that could look him in the eye. This amused him some but he didn't smile. They reached the common room entrance and stopped,
"Do you know the pass word?" She nodded looking ahead of her. He repeated her nod and turned to leave, he paused hearing her speak the words.
"Mud bloods are filthy...." After the entrance was opened she added. "Or so says the stupid people in this fighting place." He chuckled a little at that. She wasn't totally quite, merely said what was needed. All he had to do was get her to open up and not be so terrified. Wait was he wanting a student to talk more? Merlin he must be losing it. He turned and watched as she was stepping into the common room,
"Oh, Miss Nesia, If Peeves gives you any more trouble, tell the Bloody Baron." He thought to himself, 'That's what I intend to do.' But she only nodded quietly, by the look in her eyes he knew she wouldn't do anything of the sort. As he walked back to his room he thought to himself.
"I guess ghost would be more fighting then living people..." He reached his chambers and spoke his password.
"Star." He didn't know why he had picked that for his pass word, he had done it just after the feast. He usually used a step in a potion recipe, or something along those lines. But no today he felt like star.
Story Title: Sea Star Until I figure out a different title
Rating: PG 13
Chapter Eight:
Out of Order
Snape stared at the dresser for a moment more then went back over to his bed. He was no longer tired, so sleep wouldn't come easy.
"Perhaps a walk will help..." muttering to himself, not truly thinking it would, the man rose from his bed and instantly grabbed his wand from under his pillow. Walking through his sitting room he combed his long, slender fingers through his hair. Sighing he opened his door and stepped out into the hall way, closing his door it blended into the stone wall as if it were never there.
Snape had walked through the halls for some time, merely thinking how he wished to catch Potter and his tag along Wesley out on a midnight stroll. Tanking points off of them was one of his favorite hobbies, right up there with his sea shell collection. Then there was a rustling of night clothes behind him. He smirked speak of the Dark Lord and in he walks. Turning his looming figure around with a sneer to make Mrs. Norris high tail it out of there, he found not Potter but some one he never guessed to find. It was the new red headed girl from his house. She gasped and dropped a water bottle that had been clutched in her hand. It hit the floor and the water gurgled out into a puddle that Flich wouldn't be happy about.
"Miss Nesia what are you doing out this late?" He asked dropping his sneer for a look that was softer and bewildered. She dropped her chin to her chest and shuttered.
"S-s-s-or-or-ry s-si-sir...I-I-I'm l-l-o-s-s-st." She stuttered in a whisper almost too silent to hear. He could tell she was afraid of him, for he got that enough from Neville as well as others to recognize such a thing. But he had never in his teaching career had gotten that reaction out of a student from his own house. She was trembling but unlike with Neville it didn't annoy him and make him want to go on terrorizing the blundering idiot. It made him feel sympathy for the poor thing, made him think of a small animal that had been cornered by a wolf. It made him want to speak softly to her and get her to calm down. But he restrained himself, he just made sure his voice was monotone and at a normal volume.
"Lost? It's been five hours since the feast. Can you honestly tell me you've been lost that long, and even after you were meant to fallow your house prefects to the common room?" She moved her head slightly to the left and then the right in a jester of no. "Well then...." He jumped back feeling cold grip his toes, he felt like yelling at Peeves before he realized that it was the water still spilling out of Amie's dropped bottle. How much water was in that thing? It was now pooled around Amie's feet, his own, and was now creeping down the hall way. "Why is so much water coming out of that?" He asked stepping to a dry spot.
"It's charmed to refill itself..." Was the barely heard replay that was received. No further explanation was given. He frowned he knew what it felt like not being able to remember things he was once so familiar with, but not knowing anything of yourself must be awful. He didn't understand why he was feeling compassion for this freighted thing. He picked up the bottle and charmed the stones under their feet dry. Handing it back to her, she whispered a thank you.
"Why are you out here?" He rephrased the question. She stood there quite for a time,
"I needed to go to the restroom..." Was the answer and nothing more. She was still looking at the ground and shaking even worse now. He felt so sorry for the poor dear, but didn't let it show. He made it look as if he wasn't noticing her fear.
"There is one near your dorm room." He told her. She nodded,
"I tried that one..." She faded off. He now figured she would need to have the information coaxed out of her.
"Why didn't you use it?" She swallowed,
"That little flying man was in there..." Snape frowned, Peeves.
"What was he doing?" He asked with a twinge of annoyance at his being in the girls bathroom, especially in the one of his hose girl's dorm one.
"Smearing rude words on the mirrors...In tooth paste...And make up." She stated as if she were talking to her nose. For he was sure that's the only thing that had really heard her well.
"How long have you been lost?" He asked worried that Flich might have gotten hold of her.
"Three hours..." She answered a little louder now. He felt his brows knit together in pity of such a thing happening to her on her first night in a place she didn't know. Why was it first he felt he knew this girl, and then he wanted to make her feel better. Not to be so scared for Hogwarts was the safest place in the world. But then he thought it must be because she didn't know who she was or where she came from. That story McGonagall told her had touched his cold heart. He hadn't been to sure he really had one until tonight. But he did, for he felt it lurch when he saw those glassier eyes, set in a moon face, under golden fire. He knew her; he felt it in his heart. It may have had an 'Out of order' sign hung on it for some time but now it was in full working service. But only out of sorrow for this girl and the longing to know who she was.
"Has Flich found you?" She shook her head no. He sighed at lest she hadn't been put though his tongue lashing. "Do you want me to show you how to get back to the common room?" She looked up with watery eyes. He felt his heart beat a little harder at that. He jerked his head back,
"Come on then." He said gently as she flinched at his sudden movement. She nodded and fallowed his long strides easily. He hadn't noticed this before but she was about his height, he was a few inches higher then six feet and here was this fifteen year old girl that could look him in the eye. This amused him some but he didn't smile. They reached the common room entrance and stopped,
"Do you know the pass word?" She nodded looking ahead of her. He repeated her nod and turned to leave, he paused hearing her speak the words.
"Mud bloods are filthy...." After the entrance was opened she added. "Or so says the stupid people in this fighting place." He chuckled a little at that. She wasn't totally quite, merely said what was needed. All he had to do was get her to open up and not be so terrified. Wait was he wanting a student to talk more? Merlin he must be losing it. He turned and watched as she was stepping into the common room,
"Oh, Miss Nesia, If Peeves gives you any more trouble, tell the Bloody Baron." He thought to himself, 'That's what I intend to do.' But she only nodded quietly, by the look in her eyes he knew she wouldn't do anything of the sort. As he walked back to his room he thought to himself.
"I guess ghost would be more fighting then living people..." He reached his chambers and spoke his password.
"Star." He didn't know why he had picked that for his pass word, he had done it just after the feast. He usually used a step in a potion recipe, or something along those lines. But no today he felt like star.