Ah! I have returned! I know everyone missed me. ( Sorry this took so
long to get out. I got home on Sunday and had the worst case of "I don't
wanna write!" syndrome. But thanks so much for your suggestions, RandiWeasley, redrosey, and Padfootfan. I'm planning on using them all for the story. I found a nice neat way to make them all work together. But I'm not telling what they are yet. Hehe. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, Sailor J-chan/2xH 4ever/ Psycho, RandiWeasley, Padfootfan, and redrosey!
Sorry it's short, and not that great, but like I said, I tried!
CHAPTER FIVE
Snape was settling into his new routine with Emmilen. He had decided that caring for a child wasn't too difficult. He handed her off to Miss Stewart every morning, got her from Miss Renlin every evening after supper, and put her to bed an hour later. He even thought he was getting the hang of the story and tuck-in thing. Snape couldn't imagine why some people thought child-rearing was so difficult. They must simply not be as accustomed to hard work as he was.
"Uncle Sev'rus?" called Emmilen, coming in to his personal study, dragging a rag doll behind her.
Snape looked up impatiently from the essay he had been attempting to grade. "Yes." he responded neutrally.
"Can I go to school? Pretty pretty please?"
Snape blinked. "You cannot enter Hogwarts until you are eleven, Emmilen. You know that."
"No, not magic school! Reading school and 'ddition 'n 'traction school! Miss Krista said I'm supposed to go."
Snape considered that for a second. Now that he thought about it, he supposed he had been around five or six when he had started having private tutors come to Snape Manor. Snape supposed he could always look into hiring one for Emmilen. He mentally put it on his list on things to do.
"I'll look into finding you a tutor, Emmilen." replied Snape. Then a thought crossed his mind. Weren't tutors expensive? His parents had been as liberal with their vast amounts of wealth as they had with their abuse. He shuddered a bit inwardly as he remembered those days and thanked his lucky stars that they were long gone.
"Yay!" responded Emmilen, and turned and went back into her bedroom. Snape thought he had done a good job of teaching her not to disturb him more then necessary though sometimes he didn't always agree with her idea of necessary.
Snape's thoughts went back to the tutor. What would he do if he couldn't find an acceptable and affordable tutor for Emmilen? He was determined to do a good job raising his niece and realized she did need to begin some sort of education, now that it had been brought to his attention.
!!!!!!
The next day, during Snape's free period, he had gone to speak with Dumbledore about the possibility of hiring a tutor. However, just as he had suspected, it would be incredibly expensive to hire a tutor. But Dumbledore had suggested that Snape possibly teach Emmilen himself. At first Snape had venomously refused, but at Dumbledore's gentle prompting, he had begun to see the wisdom of the situation. After all, how hard could it be to teach a five year old? It might even be all right. Emmilen was a Snape, after all, and not prone to idiocy or simple incompetence, like Longbottom. Nor was she arrogant and disrespectful like Potter and his Gryffindor friends.
With half an hour left in his free period, Snape had flooed down to Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley to get a few textbooks for Emmilen. He had finally settled on Basics for the Young Witch and Wizard in Reading and Numbers for Beginners. With new books in hand, Snape flooed back to Hogwarts, deciding to look through the books that night.
"Does I get to go to school?" asked Emmilen eagerly later that night, interrupting Snape, who was grading his last essay and about to start looking through Emmilen's books.
Snape looked up. "Tomorrow after supper." he promised. "I will be teaching you...if you can be quiet and leave me alone to prepare tonight."
"Yay!!!" called out Emmilen. "I'll be good." she promised heartily as she dashed back out of the room, her hand clamped over her mouth.
With Emmilen gone, and the last of his essays finished, Snape took out the books and began leafing through them. He was rather impressed of the clarity and in-depthness of the children's books. 'This should be a piece of cake.' he thought to himself as he wrote out the plans for the next day. 'Emmilen will be the best educated witch once she starts Hogwarts.' he promised himself as he closed the books and went to bed.
wanna write!" syndrome. But thanks so much for your suggestions, RandiWeasley, redrosey, and Padfootfan. I'm planning on using them all for the story. I found a nice neat way to make them all work together. But I'm not telling what they are yet. Hehe. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, Sailor J-chan/2xH 4ever/ Psycho, RandiWeasley, Padfootfan, and redrosey!
Sorry it's short, and not that great, but like I said, I tried!
CHAPTER FIVE
Snape was settling into his new routine with Emmilen. He had decided that caring for a child wasn't too difficult. He handed her off to Miss Stewart every morning, got her from Miss Renlin every evening after supper, and put her to bed an hour later. He even thought he was getting the hang of the story and tuck-in thing. Snape couldn't imagine why some people thought child-rearing was so difficult. They must simply not be as accustomed to hard work as he was.
"Uncle Sev'rus?" called Emmilen, coming in to his personal study, dragging a rag doll behind her.
Snape looked up impatiently from the essay he had been attempting to grade. "Yes." he responded neutrally.
"Can I go to school? Pretty pretty please?"
Snape blinked. "You cannot enter Hogwarts until you are eleven, Emmilen. You know that."
"No, not magic school! Reading school and 'ddition 'n 'traction school! Miss Krista said I'm supposed to go."
Snape considered that for a second. Now that he thought about it, he supposed he had been around five or six when he had started having private tutors come to Snape Manor. Snape supposed he could always look into hiring one for Emmilen. He mentally put it on his list on things to do.
"I'll look into finding you a tutor, Emmilen." replied Snape. Then a thought crossed his mind. Weren't tutors expensive? His parents had been as liberal with their vast amounts of wealth as they had with their abuse. He shuddered a bit inwardly as he remembered those days and thanked his lucky stars that they were long gone.
"Yay!" responded Emmilen, and turned and went back into her bedroom. Snape thought he had done a good job of teaching her not to disturb him more then necessary though sometimes he didn't always agree with her idea of necessary.
Snape's thoughts went back to the tutor. What would he do if he couldn't find an acceptable and affordable tutor for Emmilen? He was determined to do a good job raising his niece and realized she did need to begin some sort of education, now that it had been brought to his attention.
!!!!!!
The next day, during Snape's free period, he had gone to speak with Dumbledore about the possibility of hiring a tutor. However, just as he had suspected, it would be incredibly expensive to hire a tutor. But Dumbledore had suggested that Snape possibly teach Emmilen himself. At first Snape had venomously refused, but at Dumbledore's gentle prompting, he had begun to see the wisdom of the situation. After all, how hard could it be to teach a five year old? It might even be all right. Emmilen was a Snape, after all, and not prone to idiocy or simple incompetence, like Longbottom. Nor was she arrogant and disrespectful like Potter and his Gryffindor friends.
With half an hour left in his free period, Snape had flooed down to Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley to get a few textbooks for Emmilen. He had finally settled on Basics for the Young Witch and Wizard in Reading and Numbers for Beginners. With new books in hand, Snape flooed back to Hogwarts, deciding to look through the books that night.
"Does I get to go to school?" asked Emmilen eagerly later that night, interrupting Snape, who was grading his last essay and about to start looking through Emmilen's books.
Snape looked up. "Tomorrow after supper." he promised. "I will be teaching you...if you can be quiet and leave me alone to prepare tonight."
"Yay!!!" called out Emmilen. "I'll be good." she promised heartily as she dashed back out of the room, her hand clamped over her mouth.
With Emmilen gone, and the last of his essays finished, Snape took out the books and began leafing through them. He was rather impressed of the clarity and in-depthness of the children's books. 'This should be a piece of cake.' he thought to himself as he wrote out the plans for the next day. 'Emmilen will be the best educated witch once she starts Hogwarts.' he promised himself as he closed the books and went to bed.