Chapter Seven--Making Up
A few hours later Georgie and 3 other house-elves were playing poker by the fire as they all sat around chatting and drinking butterbeers. Really, there wasn't hardly any alcohol in it-hell, children could drink it! But the house-elves were strongly affected by it obviously by the looks of the unconscious ones under the table.
Georgie had been telling them all about her situation with Snape and they were very sympathetic and encouraging, they kept bringing her Diet Cokes and chocolates. "You guys are the best," she beamed warmly at all of them. She felt heaps better than she did…she looked at her watch-it was midnight?! She started. "Whoa!" She winked, "It's pretty late, I guess I'd better go to sleep now. Thank you guys all! I've had a lovely evening in your company." They bowed and cried and waved as one put a bundle of Cokes and food in her hand and led her to the door.
She half-expected Snape to be sitting in his couch, but he wasn't and she admitted only to herself that she was a little disappointed. She took up her book once more and forced herself to read some of it. The rain was coming down now in sheets and the thunder shook the whole castle and caused her entire body to shiver. She stood up and walked to her room and closed the door after her. She changed into her long flannel nightgown. It was ugly-almost nappy, quite long and gray, nothing like the sexy lingerie found at Muggle department stores these days, so she wasn't ashamed to wear it in front of others. She grabbed the spare blanket from the foot of her bed and pulled on a pair of socks. Hopping back out just to flop back on her couch, she wrapped the ratty thing around her shoulders, took aim at the fireplace to stoke it a bit, then settled back with her book, much more comfortable this time.
Still the only sound she heard were the constant rolls of thunder outside and the wind rattling the old windowpanes. She heard a low pop coming from the fireplace and Georgie looked up but she saw nothing. She frowned slightly at this, and turned back to her book. But a few seconds later she held her hand up and whispered "Petrificus Totalus," aiming at the walkway behind the couches along the wall that ran to their bedrooms. She smiled cleverly to herself and slowly and determinedly set her book down and lifted her eyes to the empty space.
"Snape? Sorry I had to do that, but you weren't being fair. I wanted to talk to you, and I can't if you're invisible, so stay put for a second…" She added under her breath, "Not as if you had a choice…"
She hopped around to the couch she thought he was behind and did indeed hear a very slight low breathing so she imagined she was looking into his face. "I don't give a rat's ass what you did, 'cuz you're not like that anymore-I know that now." She said with feeling. "My family is changed forever because of a loss brought about by a Death Eater. I kinda freaked out about it. I just wanted to tell you that and I'm sorry I cracked your head on the wall, though I wish I could've seen the surprise in your face when you realized I'd gotten it off…" She chuckled. "So come on, are we going to be cool again, and take over the world, or am I going to have to blast you to hell again?"
She muttered "Finite Incantem" under her breath and waited a moment. Slowly, Snape appeared out from under an invisibility cloak. "You were speaking to my left shoulder the entire time…" He said expressionless.
"Sit," Georgie barked and sat back down and awaited him. He sighed and followed her around, he started for his couch across from her, but she stopped him, "No. Here." She pointed next to her. Yeah, she thought to herself, unexpected even from me, but who the hell cares? He stopped for a second and looked at the spot next to her, then back at her peculiarly. Then he joined her but sat as far from her as possible.
She would have smiled at this, but she couldn't right now. Snape prude-ism, for gosh sakes, she wasn't gonna jump him!
"Well?" She prompted almost angrily. She wanted him to talk about this.
He cleared his throat, "I'm not sure what are the right words to say, so I'll just say what I'm thinking. I believe I acted right in not alarming you in the beginning--you'd have been prejudiced towards me I'm sure of it, and you never would have given anything a chance. I believe that especially now that I've seen how you did eventually react. I think it was bound to happen sooner or later. But I'm not one of them!" His eyes glowed passionately. "I hate them, and I hate myself even more for joining them. There's not a day I don't wish I could take it all back…"
Georgie put her hand on his wet shoulders and stopped his speaking, forcing him to look at her. "Cool, that's all I wanted to hear: No more of this. Neither of us are irreproachable. I just wanted to totally be convinced that you're not one of them, and I am." She smiled at his expression at this. "You've got a lot of people defending you here you know."
She turned serious again, "So tell me…." Oh, here it comes, thought Snape. "How far did I really send you flying?" She grinned wickedly. He perked up at that and remarked, "A good 15 feet."
"Excellent," She looked awfully pleased with herself. "I'm such a stud muffin…" She sighed like one in love with herself. "Greek God!" She shouted and flexed her arms like a bodybuilder.
Snape rolled his eyes, and she laughed right in his face, "HA!" Snape put out his hand and did something he'd never done before. He set his hand down on her frizzy-curly head and patted her head, messing up her hair. "Hey!" But she thought the gesture was very kindly meant. She was pleased and grinned sappily at him and her smiled genuinely at her. Back to normal she smiled, as she slammed her elbow into his ribcage. She jumped up onto her feet standing atop the couch.
Snape looked up and narrowed his eyes at her standing above him. "What on earth are you wearing?" She stopped and looked down at her nightgown. "What's the matter with it?" She pouted.
"It's flannel."
"That's one point to Snape for pointing out the hideously obvious. Point being?" She asked sweetly.
"Didn't expect flannel." He scowled.
"I'm wearing boxers underneath. What, you sleep in metal?" She accused, while secretly behind her back, her hand secured a couch cushion. "Kinky." She challenged.
He never saw what hit him. Georgie squealed and leapt across to the other couch avoiding the floor. Snape shook his head and stood up looking drained of color-even his lips were white. She clutched the pillow and stuck her tongue out at him. "You were asking for it." She pointed out.
He walked right up to her and put his face in her face. "Yeah, I was." Whack. Georgie's head got knocked to the side be a pillow. He grinned.
"You mother plucker! You had teeth and you never told me!" She whooped and swung her arms up and over her head and tore off after Snape who was trying to get away. "Nuh-uh, I don't think so PUNK!"
She clobbered him repeatedly in the face. "Ha, a chick's kicking your ass. You fight like a candy ass!"
He straightened out and took a few steps backwards. "Excuse me? I try never to beat on girls."
Georgie's face clouded over, "Well you'd better make an exception fast 'cuz I'm not too happy after that last comment." She fumed. She glared and took off running straight for him ending in a flying leap straight at him. She bowled him completely over and they rolled for a few seconds, before she managed to jump on top of him and flip him over onto his stomach. She sat on his back and grabbed both of his hands in one of hers and brought them up towards his neck, twisting them painfully. "Ow, ow, ow, ow."
"You deserve it," she hissed in his ear. She held up her hand a few inches from his back and growled "Rictusempra," then sat back as he wriggled and convulsed underneath her.
"Ah, that tickles!" He gasped.
"Yup," she replied uncaringly. She examined the fingernails of her free hand.
Snape was yelping and guffawing and bellowing in laughter as the Tickling Charm went to work on him. She'd never heard him laugh so much. Pity it wasn't brought on naturally.
"Ah! Haaaa! Georgie!" He chuckled, "not fair! Uncle! Uncle!"
"Who's Uncle? Your Uncle? What about him? I'm afraid Severus I've never met the man, but I'm sure he's a cool guy…"
"Georgie!"
"Oh, damnit. Fine, I'm turning soft," she growled to herself as she performed the counterspell.
"Thank you." He gasped still smiling. "Wand-less too, impressive."
She backhanded him lightly to the head with her spare hand. "That was not cool you know."
"I know," He admitted. "I said it to get your back up."
"Cocky Bastard!" She exclaimed laughing. "Well at least I get the better of you. I'm king of the mountain!" She hooted. "Silly little me holding a grown man down. Ha ha ha!" She rubbed it in.
"Hey Georgie?" Snape asked quietly getting her attention.
"What?" She pondered the change in his voice.
"Do you really think a spy for the ministry could be taken down by only one 21 year old female?"
Her mouth fell open as she labored to comprehend what he was saying, but before she got there, Snape had twisted underneath her, and wrenched his arms away from her. Her face lit up with the horror that he was gonna smack her or something. Instead he grabbed both of her shoulders and threw all of his weight into throwing her back down to the ground.
He was hovering above her, his arms locked into being straight. He grinned evilly. "King of the mountain? How quaint."
She scrunched up her face and pushed into his elbows causing them to buckle and he fell on her, as she scrambled to flip him and jump on top. But this time he wasn't going so willingly. She tried to scurry away, but he grabbed her leg and started pulling her back towards him-she was sliding on the floor backwards. "God this must look stupid." She pointed out aloud, laughing as she was dragged to her feet.
"Don't care." He muttered as he reached around to grab her from behind. He then held her up by her neck and shoulders with one long arm, and walked forward with her so that her legs lost their footing and dragged behind her.
"Humph…Ack!" She screeched as she flailed in the air. She took a hard step backwards and caught him off-guard. She then turned into him and kneed him in the side. "Booger butt!"
She ran behind him as he was doubled over and leapt onto his back, locking her arms tightly around his neck. He stood up and gagged.
"Wow, I'm so tall now! Hey, look! I think I can see my house from here!"
She picked up a strand of his greasy black hair and set it down disgustedly, "You really need a better conditioner-split ends everywhere!" She mimicked prissily.
He had regained himself and he slowly backed up into a wall crushing her, "Yee-ow!" She loosened her grip momentarily, but it was all the opening Snape was looking for. He reached back over one shoulder with both hands and dragged Georgie over his shoulder and flipped her lightly onto the ground, so she landed on her back.
The breath had been knocked out of her, and she closed her eyes and winced for a few moments, before trying to move again-to get out of harm's way. When she looked up, Snape was towering over her, "Man, you're tall."
"Obviously," He snarled. He stepped one leg over her sprawled body, and sat down on her stomach.
"You know I could seriously hurt you in that position," she smirked up at him.
"But you won't." He smiled insipidly back at her. He leaned forward and using both hands, pushed both shoulders down into the carpet and locked his arms straight. She struggled, but really couldn't move, so she resigned herself to digging her fingernails into his calves.
"You're such a brat." He threw out at her.
"Yeah, well you're bitch."
His eyes widened at that and he seemed amused. "Me?" He heaved breathlessly. He leaned even further until he was uncomfortably close to her face. She felt she really ought to turn her head away or something. He lifted his hands and promptly replaced them with a single forearm across her collarbone bearing his whole weight behind it. He then reached up to her face and pinched her nose.
"Oowwww…" She screamed loudly. "I've got a sensitive nose! You jerk!" She tried again in vain to get to him, frustration, anger and amusement all in her eyes.
He was still laughing in her face, a natural all-out laugh. And if she weren't trying to claw his eyes out she would have joined him it was so contagious.
Suddenly they both looked up in alarm as a voice broke in, "So does this mean you two are speaking again?"
Dumbledore was seated quietly on the couch only a few steps away. How is it neither of them had noticed him coming in?
Snape jumped up and his face turned a livid shade of purple, but he recovered quickly. "Ah, yes, Good Evening Albus." Georgie followed soon scrambling to her feet out of breath, "Oh yes, Good Evening Dumbledore." She smiled. But on the inside she wanted to sink into the floor. What would he think of them? Rolling on the floor--so close?! Yicky. This could be bad. She really wished some giant creature would jump through their dungeon floor and tunnel her away from all of this embarrassment.
Snape sat down next to the Headmaster and he nodded his head at her in the direction of the other couch. She sat gingerly down and remained silence. She didn't trust her own voice yet.
Dumbledore began again, "I'm glad you too are such good neighbors that you can play together--and my goodness, Severus! I can't remember the last time I've heard you laughing so much."
"Well, I had assistance." His eyes flashed in her direction pointedly. She just grinned back defiantly and shrugged at him.
Snape started to get to the question the both wanted answered, "We didn't hear you come in Albus…"
"Oh, well I put an alarm on to tell me when you would be returning here. It went off as soon as you arrived, so I came directly here…." His eyes twinkled. Oh goodness, Georgie groaned inwardly….
She put her hand up to her head and rubbed it for a moment. Her back ached a lot, but nowhere near what she'd feel in the morning she guessed. She looked up to see both of the men looking expectantly at her. "What?" She asked suspiciously.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Snape hurriedly covered. Her eyes challenged him, not really believing.
"Well, I reckon I'd better catch some sleep. It's pretty late," She reasoned lamely. "I'll leave you two to talk and stuff. Good night."
They both echoed a hollow 'Good Night' as she waddled over to her room, clutching at her back slightly, and she entered inside shutting them and the world outside.
She flung herself on her bed and brought her pillow down enveloping her head. She didn't want to hear what they were talking about: be it what Dumbledore thought he saw or whether it were about what Snape had been out doing that day--probably something dangerous. Both thoughts made her feel sick and anxious, so she ignored them.
A/N--Nope not going to be a romance--no good at the genre, just a reminder once again.
A few hours later Georgie and 3 other house-elves were playing poker by the fire as they all sat around chatting and drinking butterbeers. Really, there wasn't hardly any alcohol in it-hell, children could drink it! But the house-elves were strongly affected by it obviously by the looks of the unconscious ones under the table.
Georgie had been telling them all about her situation with Snape and they were very sympathetic and encouraging, they kept bringing her Diet Cokes and chocolates. "You guys are the best," she beamed warmly at all of them. She felt heaps better than she did…she looked at her watch-it was midnight?! She started. "Whoa!" She winked, "It's pretty late, I guess I'd better go to sleep now. Thank you guys all! I've had a lovely evening in your company." They bowed and cried and waved as one put a bundle of Cokes and food in her hand and led her to the door.
She half-expected Snape to be sitting in his couch, but he wasn't and she admitted only to herself that she was a little disappointed. She took up her book once more and forced herself to read some of it. The rain was coming down now in sheets and the thunder shook the whole castle and caused her entire body to shiver. She stood up and walked to her room and closed the door after her. She changed into her long flannel nightgown. It was ugly-almost nappy, quite long and gray, nothing like the sexy lingerie found at Muggle department stores these days, so she wasn't ashamed to wear it in front of others. She grabbed the spare blanket from the foot of her bed and pulled on a pair of socks. Hopping back out just to flop back on her couch, she wrapped the ratty thing around her shoulders, took aim at the fireplace to stoke it a bit, then settled back with her book, much more comfortable this time.
Still the only sound she heard were the constant rolls of thunder outside and the wind rattling the old windowpanes. She heard a low pop coming from the fireplace and Georgie looked up but she saw nothing. She frowned slightly at this, and turned back to her book. But a few seconds later she held her hand up and whispered "Petrificus Totalus," aiming at the walkway behind the couches along the wall that ran to their bedrooms. She smiled cleverly to herself and slowly and determinedly set her book down and lifted her eyes to the empty space.
"Snape? Sorry I had to do that, but you weren't being fair. I wanted to talk to you, and I can't if you're invisible, so stay put for a second…" She added under her breath, "Not as if you had a choice…"
She hopped around to the couch she thought he was behind and did indeed hear a very slight low breathing so she imagined she was looking into his face. "I don't give a rat's ass what you did, 'cuz you're not like that anymore-I know that now." She said with feeling. "My family is changed forever because of a loss brought about by a Death Eater. I kinda freaked out about it. I just wanted to tell you that and I'm sorry I cracked your head on the wall, though I wish I could've seen the surprise in your face when you realized I'd gotten it off…" She chuckled. "So come on, are we going to be cool again, and take over the world, or am I going to have to blast you to hell again?"
She muttered "Finite Incantem" under her breath and waited a moment. Slowly, Snape appeared out from under an invisibility cloak. "You were speaking to my left shoulder the entire time…" He said expressionless.
"Sit," Georgie barked and sat back down and awaited him. He sighed and followed her around, he started for his couch across from her, but she stopped him, "No. Here." She pointed next to her. Yeah, she thought to herself, unexpected even from me, but who the hell cares? He stopped for a second and looked at the spot next to her, then back at her peculiarly. Then he joined her but sat as far from her as possible.
She would have smiled at this, but she couldn't right now. Snape prude-ism, for gosh sakes, she wasn't gonna jump him!
"Well?" She prompted almost angrily. She wanted him to talk about this.
He cleared his throat, "I'm not sure what are the right words to say, so I'll just say what I'm thinking. I believe I acted right in not alarming you in the beginning--you'd have been prejudiced towards me I'm sure of it, and you never would have given anything a chance. I believe that especially now that I've seen how you did eventually react. I think it was bound to happen sooner or later. But I'm not one of them!" His eyes glowed passionately. "I hate them, and I hate myself even more for joining them. There's not a day I don't wish I could take it all back…"
Georgie put her hand on his wet shoulders and stopped his speaking, forcing him to look at her. "Cool, that's all I wanted to hear: No more of this. Neither of us are irreproachable. I just wanted to totally be convinced that you're not one of them, and I am." She smiled at his expression at this. "You've got a lot of people defending you here you know."
She turned serious again, "So tell me…." Oh, here it comes, thought Snape. "How far did I really send you flying?" She grinned wickedly. He perked up at that and remarked, "A good 15 feet."
"Excellent," She looked awfully pleased with herself. "I'm such a stud muffin…" She sighed like one in love with herself. "Greek God!" She shouted and flexed her arms like a bodybuilder.
Snape rolled his eyes, and she laughed right in his face, "HA!" Snape put out his hand and did something he'd never done before. He set his hand down on her frizzy-curly head and patted her head, messing up her hair. "Hey!" But she thought the gesture was very kindly meant. She was pleased and grinned sappily at him and her smiled genuinely at her. Back to normal she smiled, as she slammed her elbow into his ribcage. She jumped up onto her feet standing atop the couch.
Snape looked up and narrowed his eyes at her standing above him. "What on earth are you wearing?" She stopped and looked down at her nightgown. "What's the matter with it?" She pouted.
"It's flannel."
"That's one point to Snape for pointing out the hideously obvious. Point being?" She asked sweetly.
"Didn't expect flannel." He scowled.
"I'm wearing boxers underneath. What, you sleep in metal?" She accused, while secretly behind her back, her hand secured a couch cushion. "Kinky." She challenged.
He never saw what hit him. Georgie squealed and leapt across to the other couch avoiding the floor. Snape shook his head and stood up looking drained of color-even his lips were white. She clutched the pillow and stuck her tongue out at him. "You were asking for it." She pointed out.
He walked right up to her and put his face in her face. "Yeah, I was." Whack. Georgie's head got knocked to the side be a pillow. He grinned.
"You mother plucker! You had teeth and you never told me!" She whooped and swung her arms up and over her head and tore off after Snape who was trying to get away. "Nuh-uh, I don't think so PUNK!"
She clobbered him repeatedly in the face. "Ha, a chick's kicking your ass. You fight like a candy ass!"
He straightened out and took a few steps backwards. "Excuse me? I try never to beat on girls."
Georgie's face clouded over, "Well you'd better make an exception fast 'cuz I'm not too happy after that last comment." She fumed. She glared and took off running straight for him ending in a flying leap straight at him. She bowled him completely over and they rolled for a few seconds, before she managed to jump on top of him and flip him over onto his stomach. She sat on his back and grabbed both of his hands in one of hers and brought them up towards his neck, twisting them painfully. "Ow, ow, ow, ow."
"You deserve it," she hissed in his ear. She held up her hand a few inches from his back and growled "Rictusempra," then sat back as he wriggled and convulsed underneath her.
"Ah, that tickles!" He gasped.
"Yup," she replied uncaringly. She examined the fingernails of her free hand.
Snape was yelping and guffawing and bellowing in laughter as the Tickling Charm went to work on him. She'd never heard him laugh so much. Pity it wasn't brought on naturally.
"Ah! Haaaa! Georgie!" He chuckled, "not fair! Uncle! Uncle!"
"Who's Uncle? Your Uncle? What about him? I'm afraid Severus I've never met the man, but I'm sure he's a cool guy…"
"Georgie!"
"Oh, damnit. Fine, I'm turning soft," she growled to herself as she performed the counterspell.
"Thank you." He gasped still smiling. "Wand-less too, impressive."
She backhanded him lightly to the head with her spare hand. "That was not cool you know."
"I know," He admitted. "I said it to get your back up."
"Cocky Bastard!" She exclaimed laughing. "Well at least I get the better of you. I'm king of the mountain!" She hooted. "Silly little me holding a grown man down. Ha ha ha!" She rubbed it in.
"Hey Georgie?" Snape asked quietly getting her attention.
"What?" She pondered the change in his voice.
"Do you really think a spy for the ministry could be taken down by only one 21 year old female?"
Her mouth fell open as she labored to comprehend what he was saying, but before she got there, Snape had twisted underneath her, and wrenched his arms away from her. Her face lit up with the horror that he was gonna smack her or something. Instead he grabbed both of her shoulders and threw all of his weight into throwing her back down to the ground.
He was hovering above her, his arms locked into being straight. He grinned evilly. "King of the mountain? How quaint."
She scrunched up her face and pushed into his elbows causing them to buckle and he fell on her, as she scrambled to flip him and jump on top. But this time he wasn't going so willingly. She tried to scurry away, but he grabbed her leg and started pulling her back towards him-she was sliding on the floor backwards. "God this must look stupid." She pointed out aloud, laughing as she was dragged to her feet.
"Don't care." He muttered as he reached around to grab her from behind. He then held her up by her neck and shoulders with one long arm, and walked forward with her so that her legs lost their footing and dragged behind her.
"Humph…Ack!" She screeched as she flailed in the air. She took a hard step backwards and caught him off-guard. She then turned into him and kneed him in the side. "Booger butt!"
She ran behind him as he was doubled over and leapt onto his back, locking her arms tightly around his neck. He stood up and gagged.
"Wow, I'm so tall now! Hey, look! I think I can see my house from here!"
She picked up a strand of his greasy black hair and set it down disgustedly, "You really need a better conditioner-split ends everywhere!" She mimicked prissily.
He had regained himself and he slowly backed up into a wall crushing her, "Yee-ow!" She loosened her grip momentarily, but it was all the opening Snape was looking for. He reached back over one shoulder with both hands and dragged Georgie over his shoulder and flipped her lightly onto the ground, so she landed on her back.
The breath had been knocked out of her, and she closed her eyes and winced for a few moments, before trying to move again-to get out of harm's way. When she looked up, Snape was towering over her, "Man, you're tall."
"Obviously," He snarled. He stepped one leg over her sprawled body, and sat down on her stomach.
"You know I could seriously hurt you in that position," she smirked up at him.
"But you won't." He smiled insipidly back at her. He leaned forward and using both hands, pushed both shoulders down into the carpet and locked his arms straight. She struggled, but really couldn't move, so she resigned herself to digging her fingernails into his calves.
"You're such a brat." He threw out at her.
"Yeah, well you're bitch."
His eyes widened at that and he seemed amused. "Me?" He heaved breathlessly. He leaned even further until he was uncomfortably close to her face. She felt she really ought to turn her head away or something. He lifted his hands and promptly replaced them with a single forearm across her collarbone bearing his whole weight behind it. He then reached up to her face and pinched her nose.
"Oowwww…" She screamed loudly. "I've got a sensitive nose! You jerk!" She tried again in vain to get to him, frustration, anger and amusement all in her eyes.
He was still laughing in her face, a natural all-out laugh. And if she weren't trying to claw his eyes out she would have joined him it was so contagious.
Suddenly they both looked up in alarm as a voice broke in, "So does this mean you two are speaking again?"
Dumbledore was seated quietly on the couch only a few steps away. How is it neither of them had noticed him coming in?
Snape jumped up and his face turned a livid shade of purple, but he recovered quickly. "Ah, yes, Good Evening Albus." Georgie followed soon scrambling to her feet out of breath, "Oh yes, Good Evening Dumbledore." She smiled. But on the inside she wanted to sink into the floor. What would he think of them? Rolling on the floor--so close?! Yicky. This could be bad. She really wished some giant creature would jump through their dungeon floor and tunnel her away from all of this embarrassment.
Snape sat down next to the Headmaster and he nodded his head at her in the direction of the other couch. She sat gingerly down and remained silence. She didn't trust her own voice yet.
Dumbledore began again, "I'm glad you too are such good neighbors that you can play together--and my goodness, Severus! I can't remember the last time I've heard you laughing so much."
"Well, I had assistance." His eyes flashed in her direction pointedly. She just grinned back defiantly and shrugged at him.
Snape started to get to the question the both wanted answered, "We didn't hear you come in Albus…"
"Oh, well I put an alarm on to tell me when you would be returning here. It went off as soon as you arrived, so I came directly here…." His eyes twinkled. Oh goodness, Georgie groaned inwardly….
She put her hand up to her head and rubbed it for a moment. Her back ached a lot, but nowhere near what she'd feel in the morning she guessed. She looked up to see both of the men looking expectantly at her. "What?" She asked suspiciously.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Snape hurriedly covered. Her eyes challenged him, not really believing.
"Well, I reckon I'd better catch some sleep. It's pretty late," She reasoned lamely. "I'll leave you two to talk and stuff. Good night."
They both echoed a hollow 'Good Night' as she waddled over to her room, clutching at her back slightly, and she entered inside shutting them and the world outside.
She flung herself on her bed and brought her pillow down enveloping her head. She didn't want to hear what they were talking about: be it what Dumbledore thought he saw or whether it were about what Snape had been out doing that day--probably something dangerous. Both thoughts made her feel sick and anxious, so she ignored them.
A/N--Nope not going to be a romance--no good at the genre, just a reminder once again.