Cynthia's P.O.V.
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The door swings open and I look up into the cold, dark eyes of Professor Severus Snape.
"You're late," he remarks coldly, leading me inside of the potions classroom.
"Only a little late, sir." I say, checking my watch. It's only 2 minutes past eight.
"You are still late." He says, his back towards me. He walks to his desk and sits down, crossing his arms over his chest. I stand in front of his desk looking at him. "So why were you late to Professor Conly's class today?"
"I... uh..." I try to speak, but that look he's giving me makes me scared to death, but at the same time makes butterflies. But mostly I'm scared.
"Come on. Don't waste my time."
"I was in the ladies room." I choke out.
"Applying make-up I presume." He says darkly.
"No, Sir. I just needed to be alone for a few minutes, and I didn't realize the time." My right hand traveled up to the inside of my left elbow. His eyes follow, but he pretends not to notice.
"Well, you have a watch, do you not?" He says eyeing the watch on my wrist.
"Well, I have it now. I wasn't wearing it then." I say, also glancing down at it.
"Maybe you should wear it more often."
"Yes, Sir. I will." I reply quickly, trying my hardest not to get him angry.
"Good. I wonder, are you learning these bad habits from your little friend, Ms. Marie Goodwinter? I know she has a lot of bad habits."
"I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about my best friend that way." I say, getting a bit upset now.
"I will talk how ever I want about who ever I want. Including you. Have you no respect to your Professors? Do you know how long it takes to plan out one day? And by you being late, he is delaying what he was going to do."
"I was only a few minutes late. It wasn't that big of a deal."
"I don't care if it was only a few seconds late Ms. Janis." He says, standing up in a flash and even quicker than that he was standing over me. His 6 foot something body standing over my five-foot body. I flinch as he looks down at me, rage dancing in his dark eyes.
"You still disrupted the class walking in late. You should always come to class on time. If you ever come to my class late, you will be punished severely. I don't put up with lateness." He continues looking me in the eye, making me feel very small, "as for your punishment, you will be sorting through those jars," he points to about 6 jars on a counter, "of cut up snake and earth worms parts and putting them into different jars."
"Ew." I mutter under my breath.
"What did you say Ms Janis?" he says, glaring at me.
"Nothing, nothing Sir." I reply back to him.
"Good then get started." He says.
I walk over to the jars and carry them carefully to a near-by desk. I open the lids and start sorting through them. I almost puke at the first touch, but I get used to it after a while.
Two disgusting hours later I finish the job. I get up and go to the front of the classroom where Snape is sitting behind his desk. He looks up as I approach and puts the papers he was working on under some other papers.
"Done?" He asks.
"Yes Sir, I am." I reply, trying to see what he was doing.
"Leave then." He says to me.
I nod my head and head out of the classroom, thinking about his paper work. I come to the Fat Lady, who is snoring away.
"HELLO?" I scream up at her. She wakes up in a startle and looks down at me crankily.
"What are you doing out so late?"
"It's only like 10:30." I say checking my watch.
"That didn't answer my question."
"I had detention. Can you let me in?"
"I need the password first."
"Fiddle sticks." I say. The Fat Lady swings open and I step inside. Not many people are left in the common room. 10, maybe. I look around and spot Marie. I walk over to her and slump down into chair next to her.
"Oh hey." She says, putting a muggle book down. "How was detention with Snapey?"
"Horrible. He lectured me and then made me sort out dead things. It was nasty." I say, a disgusted look on my face.
"That sounds like a lot of fun." She says, laughing a bit. I laugh too, my good mood coming back to me.
"So what are you reading?" I say, curiosity building up.
She turns the spine towards me and I read in big letters:
Stephen King
Desperation
"Right..." I say.
"It's really good. When I'm done I'll let you read it."
"Ok. Well, I'm off to bed." I get up as Marie says, "good night." I climb up the stairs to my dormitory. I strip off my uniform and throw on a pair of PJ's and hop into bed. I almost instantly fall asleep.
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Cynthia's dream:
"Damn it Cynthia! You broke another cup!" Her angry Father yelled into the girls face.
"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean too." Said the little girl, who most have been about 9.
"I don't give a shit if you meant to or not. The point is you still broke it." The angry man grabbed a half full bottle of beer from the counter and took a huge gulp of it. Then he looked back to the frightened little girl with the beer still in his hand.
"Honey. It was an accident." A lady in the door way says.
"You stay the hell outta this!" He yells at her. He turns back to the girl and raises a huge hand and lands it on her cheek. The little girl lets out a yelp and starts crying.
"I'm sorry Daddy! I really am! Please don't hurt me!" Begs the girl.
"Shut up!" He raises his hand again and lets it fall onto the little girl's cheek. More tears stream from her eyes and she tries to turn around and run away, but the Father grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back to him.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He asks.
"Ow! Daddy! Let go." She screamed. He turned her around and let go.
"Don't you talk to me like that!" He raised a fist up and brought it down to her face.
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Cynthia woke up with a start. She had cold beads of sweat on her forhead. She wiped them off with the sleeve of her shirt and tried to take deep breaths.
She sat up in bed and stared around, not wanting to go back to bed in case the memory came back.
She finally decided to go back to sleep and didn't have the memory again.
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ViviBlack – Yeah, the hearts around Snape's name is something I would do. Lol. I think a crush is forming. But I'm not sure yet.
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The door swings open and I look up into the cold, dark eyes of Professor Severus Snape.
"You're late," he remarks coldly, leading me inside of the potions classroom.
"Only a little late, sir." I say, checking my watch. It's only 2 minutes past eight.
"You are still late." He says, his back towards me. He walks to his desk and sits down, crossing his arms over his chest. I stand in front of his desk looking at him. "So why were you late to Professor Conly's class today?"
"I... uh..." I try to speak, but that look he's giving me makes me scared to death, but at the same time makes butterflies. But mostly I'm scared.
"Come on. Don't waste my time."
"I was in the ladies room." I choke out.
"Applying make-up I presume." He says darkly.
"No, Sir. I just needed to be alone for a few minutes, and I didn't realize the time." My right hand traveled up to the inside of my left elbow. His eyes follow, but he pretends not to notice.
"Well, you have a watch, do you not?" He says eyeing the watch on my wrist.
"Well, I have it now. I wasn't wearing it then." I say, also glancing down at it.
"Maybe you should wear it more often."
"Yes, Sir. I will." I reply quickly, trying my hardest not to get him angry.
"Good. I wonder, are you learning these bad habits from your little friend, Ms. Marie Goodwinter? I know she has a lot of bad habits."
"I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about my best friend that way." I say, getting a bit upset now.
"I will talk how ever I want about who ever I want. Including you. Have you no respect to your Professors? Do you know how long it takes to plan out one day? And by you being late, he is delaying what he was going to do."
"I was only a few minutes late. It wasn't that big of a deal."
"I don't care if it was only a few seconds late Ms. Janis." He says, standing up in a flash and even quicker than that he was standing over me. His 6 foot something body standing over my five-foot body. I flinch as he looks down at me, rage dancing in his dark eyes.
"You still disrupted the class walking in late. You should always come to class on time. If you ever come to my class late, you will be punished severely. I don't put up with lateness." He continues looking me in the eye, making me feel very small, "as for your punishment, you will be sorting through those jars," he points to about 6 jars on a counter, "of cut up snake and earth worms parts and putting them into different jars."
"Ew." I mutter under my breath.
"What did you say Ms Janis?" he says, glaring at me.
"Nothing, nothing Sir." I reply back to him.
"Good then get started." He says.
I walk over to the jars and carry them carefully to a near-by desk. I open the lids and start sorting through them. I almost puke at the first touch, but I get used to it after a while.
Two disgusting hours later I finish the job. I get up and go to the front of the classroom where Snape is sitting behind his desk. He looks up as I approach and puts the papers he was working on under some other papers.
"Done?" He asks.
"Yes Sir, I am." I reply, trying to see what he was doing.
"Leave then." He says to me.
I nod my head and head out of the classroom, thinking about his paper work. I come to the Fat Lady, who is snoring away.
"HELLO?" I scream up at her. She wakes up in a startle and looks down at me crankily.
"What are you doing out so late?"
"It's only like 10:30." I say checking my watch.
"That didn't answer my question."
"I had detention. Can you let me in?"
"I need the password first."
"Fiddle sticks." I say. The Fat Lady swings open and I step inside. Not many people are left in the common room. 10, maybe. I look around and spot Marie. I walk over to her and slump down into chair next to her.
"Oh hey." She says, putting a muggle book down. "How was detention with Snapey?"
"Horrible. He lectured me and then made me sort out dead things. It was nasty." I say, a disgusted look on my face.
"That sounds like a lot of fun." She says, laughing a bit. I laugh too, my good mood coming back to me.
"So what are you reading?" I say, curiosity building up.
She turns the spine towards me and I read in big letters:
Stephen King
Desperation
"Right..." I say.
"It's really good. When I'm done I'll let you read it."
"Ok. Well, I'm off to bed." I get up as Marie says, "good night." I climb up the stairs to my dormitory. I strip off my uniform and throw on a pair of PJ's and hop into bed. I almost instantly fall asleep.
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Cynthia's dream:
"Damn it Cynthia! You broke another cup!" Her angry Father yelled into the girls face.
"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean too." Said the little girl, who most have been about 9.
"I don't give a shit if you meant to or not. The point is you still broke it." The angry man grabbed a half full bottle of beer from the counter and took a huge gulp of it. Then he looked back to the frightened little girl with the beer still in his hand.
"Honey. It was an accident." A lady in the door way says.
"You stay the hell outta this!" He yells at her. He turns back to the girl and raises a huge hand and lands it on her cheek. The little girl lets out a yelp and starts crying.
"I'm sorry Daddy! I really am! Please don't hurt me!" Begs the girl.
"Shut up!" He raises his hand again and lets it fall onto the little girl's cheek. More tears stream from her eyes and she tries to turn around and run away, but the Father grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back to him.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He asks.
"Ow! Daddy! Let go." She screamed. He turned her around and let go.
"Don't you talk to me like that!" He raised a fist up and brought it down to her face.
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Cynthia woke up with a start. She had cold beads of sweat on her forhead. She wiped them off with the sleeve of her shirt and tried to take deep breaths.
She sat up in bed and stared around, not wanting to go back to bed in case the memory came back.
She finally decided to go back to sleep and didn't have the memory again.
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Reviews:
ViviBlack – Yeah, the hearts around Snape's name is something I would do. Lol. I think a crush is forming. But I'm not sure yet.