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I fixed the ending. So now the next chapter will be another day. I hope you enjoy it!
Dragon Scales
Chapter Two: Fire Burns In The Dragon's Throat
I strode down the hallway at the end of a long day. Professor Silvertongue grew ill, suddenly and I had to substitute her classes as well as do mine. I smiled; this did give me an excuse to visit her quarters. I knocked lightly on her door. She opened the door a crack. "Yes?" she asked, peering an amber eye out at me.
"I got the homework you assigned from the students..." I said.
She smiled. "You subbed for me? How sweet," she said.
Her face disappeared and she opened the door. "I just came to make sure I was teaching the right things," I said and stepped in.
She took the homework from me. "Thanks... Snape, right?"
I nodded. "Severus Snape," I said.
She looked at me and smiled sweetly. She didn't look sick at all. "Carrie Silvertongue," she stole my hand to shake it. "I've heard quite a bit about you," she let go of my hand and looked down at the ground for a moment. "Would you be interested in... having some tea sometime?"
I smiled. "Yeah, sure," I said.
She seemed excited, excited about seeing me. "Tomorrow then? After classes?" she said and touched my arm lightly.
"Sounds... great!" I said.
I was acting like a child. Control yourself. "Your chamber?" she said, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Sure," I said, with a dumb smirk left on my face.
There was a loud knock on the door. The person behind it must have been pissed off. "Excuse me," she said and answered the door.
Professor Conners shoved the homework to her. "Here," she said and attempted to bolt away.
Unfortunately, Professor Silvertongue tried to make conversation. "So, Severus wasn't the only one that subbed?"
Katherine gracefully replied, "Who the fuck is Severus?"
I felt my face grow red. I had introduced myself to her, right? "Professor Snape..." Carrie looked over in my direction.
Katherine peered in. "Oh... HIM. He has no respect for me," she smiled playfully. "But he lacks a penis anyway."
"Very mature," I said back.
We had been feuding for most of the day. Carrie raised an eyebrow. "And you, Katherine, would know?"
She grew red at unbelievable speed, but her eyes quickly lit up. "He told me," she said, referring to the lack of respect comment.
Damn she was quick, and sadly Carrie didn't catch on. "He... told you...?"
"Dammit Kat," I had grown accustomed to called her by a very short name, "She meant the respect comment. I told her that I had no respect for her. I can assure you that I didn't tell her I was lacking... in lower regions."
"So, then you do admit you do?" Kat smiled victoriously.
"Kat...?" Carrie questioned.
Katherine glared at Carrie. "Katherine Conners," she said. "I prefer that name. S here says that nicknames make the person, whom is receiving the nickname, a low person. Like, the person, whom is doing the calling, has no respect for the person receiving," she said.
Kat had started calling me "Sev" and than lowered it to "S". Carrie glared back at her. "Well... Katherine, I feel quite the opposite. A nickname shows how you care for the person, since you have thought about it," Carrie stated.
Kat kept her glare. "Unfortunately, I agree with S and disagree with you...Care. Mainly because if what you said was true, then I'd be in LOVE with S while, in reality, I have fantasies of him spontaneously combusting during a meal," she smiled at me.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," I muttered and crossed my arms.
I observed some, odd, creature wander into the room from Carrie's sleeping quarters. It slithered through and appeared as a snake. It's tail curved up like a scorpion. Kat's lip curled up in disgust. She walked out of the room in, what looked like, disgust. The creature hissed loudly. Carrie patted it on the head. "My familiar," she started.
"I see..." I said, standing up from my chair. "I really should go."
I smiled at her and quickly walked from the room. Thankfully Kat left the door open. I started my way to my chamber. Kat was waiting by my door. "What would you like?" I asked.
"Lenette," she said.
"What?"
"My BOOK. You stole her," she glared at me.
I sighed. "Why would I steal your cat?" I asked.
"Because you're trying to fuck up my class!"
Tears started to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll check my chamber," I said.
I opened the door as a cat started to brush up against my leg and mew loudly. "Told you," she squinted her eyes into a glare.
"How was I supposed to know it was in here?" I asked.
"Well, SHE didn't just walk in herself," she said.
I rubbed my head. "She's a cat. She probably slipped in when I went to see Carrie," I said.
She lifted Lenette and picked her up. "I think she likes you more," she lowered her eyes to the cat.
"Then take her away. I do not care," I said.
She moved the cat's paw to hit my shoulder. "How can you say no to this face?" she teased in a child tone.
Mood swings. "Do you want me to keep your cat? What language is she?" I asked, petting the cat lightly.
It was hard to resist. Lenette's big green eyes stared up at me. I'm being won over by a damned cat. "Draconic," she said.
"Which is?" I asked.
Kat dumped the cat into my arms. "Language of the dragons," she smiled lightly.
"Really? That'd be interesting," I said, honestly.
"Lenette'll teach it to you," she said, and walked through the doorway.
I looked down at the purring book in my arms. "How?" I asked.
Kat stopped to look at me. "She'll tell you," she walked off.
I set the cat down on the floor. "So... kitty..." I raised an eyebrow.
Kat stuck her head back in. "You can keep my little pussy," she winked and walked off.
I sighed. "How did you live with her?" I asked Lenette.
"Murr," she responded and pushed the door closed with her small fluffy head.
I fixed the ending. So now the next chapter will be another day. I hope you enjoy it!
Dragon Scales
Chapter Two: Fire Burns In The Dragon's Throat
I strode down the hallway at the end of a long day. Professor Silvertongue grew ill, suddenly and I had to substitute her classes as well as do mine. I smiled; this did give me an excuse to visit her quarters. I knocked lightly on her door. She opened the door a crack. "Yes?" she asked, peering an amber eye out at me.
"I got the homework you assigned from the students..." I said.
She smiled. "You subbed for me? How sweet," she said.
Her face disappeared and she opened the door. "I just came to make sure I was teaching the right things," I said and stepped in.
She took the homework from me. "Thanks... Snape, right?"
I nodded. "Severus Snape," I said.
She looked at me and smiled sweetly. She didn't look sick at all. "Carrie Silvertongue," she stole my hand to shake it. "I've heard quite a bit about you," she let go of my hand and looked down at the ground for a moment. "Would you be interested in... having some tea sometime?"
I smiled. "Yeah, sure," I said.
She seemed excited, excited about seeing me. "Tomorrow then? After classes?" she said and touched my arm lightly.
"Sounds... great!" I said.
I was acting like a child. Control yourself. "Your chamber?" she said, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Sure," I said, with a dumb smirk left on my face.
There was a loud knock on the door. The person behind it must have been pissed off. "Excuse me," she said and answered the door.
Professor Conners shoved the homework to her. "Here," she said and attempted to bolt away.
Unfortunately, Professor Silvertongue tried to make conversation. "So, Severus wasn't the only one that subbed?"
Katherine gracefully replied, "Who the fuck is Severus?"
I felt my face grow red. I had introduced myself to her, right? "Professor Snape..." Carrie looked over in my direction.
Katherine peered in. "Oh... HIM. He has no respect for me," she smiled playfully. "But he lacks a penis anyway."
"Very mature," I said back.
We had been feuding for most of the day. Carrie raised an eyebrow. "And you, Katherine, would know?"
She grew red at unbelievable speed, but her eyes quickly lit up. "He told me," she said, referring to the lack of respect comment.
Damn she was quick, and sadly Carrie didn't catch on. "He... told you...?"
"Dammit Kat," I had grown accustomed to called her by a very short name, "She meant the respect comment. I told her that I had no respect for her. I can assure you that I didn't tell her I was lacking... in lower regions."
"So, then you do admit you do?" Kat smiled victoriously.
"Kat...?" Carrie questioned.
Katherine glared at Carrie. "Katherine Conners," she said. "I prefer that name. S here says that nicknames make the person, whom is receiving the nickname, a low person. Like, the person, whom is doing the calling, has no respect for the person receiving," she said.
Kat had started calling me "Sev" and than lowered it to "S". Carrie glared back at her. "Well... Katherine, I feel quite the opposite. A nickname shows how you care for the person, since you have thought about it," Carrie stated.
Kat kept her glare. "Unfortunately, I agree with S and disagree with you...Care. Mainly because if what you said was true, then I'd be in LOVE with S while, in reality, I have fantasies of him spontaneously combusting during a meal," she smiled at me.
"Trust me, the feeling is mutual," I muttered and crossed my arms.
I observed some, odd, creature wander into the room from Carrie's sleeping quarters. It slithered through and appeared as a snake. It's tail curved up like a scorpion. Kat's lip curled up in disgust. She walked out of the room in, what looked like, disgust. The creature hissed loudly. Carrie patted it on the head. "My familiar," she started.
"I see..." I said, standing up from my chair. "I really should go."
I smiled at her and quickly walked from the room. Thankfully Kat left the door open. I started my way to my chamber. Kat was waiting by my door. "What would you like?" I asked.
"Lenette," she said.
"What?"
"My BOOK. You stole her," she glared at me.
I sighed. "Why would I steal your cat?" I asked.
"Because you're trying to fuck up my class!"
Tears started to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll check my chamber," I said.
I opened the door as a cat started to brush up against my leg and mew loudly. "Told you," she squinted her eyes into a glare.
"How was I supposed to know it was in here?" I asked.
"Well, SHE didn't just walk in herself," she said.
I rubbed my head. "She's a cat. She probably slipped in when I went to see Carrie," I said.
She lifted Lenette and picked her up. "I think she likes you more," she lowered her eyes to the cat.
"Then take her away. I do not care," I said.
She moved the cat's paw to hit my shoulder. "How can you say no to this face?" she teased in a child tone.
Mood swings. "Do you want me to keep your cat? What language is she?" I asked, petting the cat lightly.
It was hard to resist. Lenette's big green eyes stared up at me. I'm being won over by a damned cat. "Draconic," she said.
"Which is?" I asked.
Kat dumped the cat into my arms. "Language of the dragons," she smiled lightly.
"Really? That'd be interesting," I said, honestly.
"Lenette'll teach it to you," she said, and walked through the doorway.
I looked down at the purring book in my arms. "How?" I asked.
Kat stopped to look at me. "She'll tell you," she walked off.
I set the cat down on the floor. "So... kitty..." I raised an eyebrow.
Kat stuck her head back in. "You can keep my little pussy," she winked and walked off.
I sighed. "How did you live with her?" I asked Lenette.
"Murr," she responded and pushed the door closed with her small fluffy head.