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Remember, it's not NC-17 in this chapter. That comes in a couple of chapters' time.
Chapter 5: Quiet ConversationsMorgana couldn't believe what they were telling her. Her? With such a gift? What would her broth Alex think about this? He would probably laugh and say he knew she wasn't meant for Gryffindor. Throughout the wizarding world, telepathy was considered a very dark art. It cannot be obtained for more than a few hours through magic, but naturally, naturally it is passed down heretically only, and even then it's rare.
"I knew my mother had it but I never thought…" she trailed off. Dumbledore smiled and patted her hand softly. "When… how…?"
"Apparently," he said glancing towards Snape before continuing, "You yelled at Severus when he hadn't actually said anything directly. Although I don't know what this little argument was about, I do know that it must have given Severus a shock to hear a student retort to his mere thoughts."
Snape let out a noise that sounded oddly like a grunt of disgust. She looked at warily and wondered why he would help her, or why she should even trust him after what he did to her. It was then that a realization hit her. She was no longer afraid of him. Even when he was crushing her wrist beneath his strong grip, she hadn't shown him her pain. Come to think of it, had she even been scared of him? Maybe, maybe not, she couldn't recall. All she knew is that, now armed with her new talent he didn't even make her flinch. This made Morgana smile beneath her curtain of hair.
She should make a formal apology to her teacher in front of the headmaster, even if she doesn't mean it.
"Sir?" she asked quietly of her potions teacher. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier in class." He seemed to regard her with interest for a moment before he turned and stalked out of the room, leaving Morgana alone with Dumbledore.
"Your detentions will be mixed with your new lessons. No one must be told of this Morgana. It is vitally important. Not even Harry, Ron or Hermione."
"What about Alex? He is my brother after all, he should know."
"I'm sorry, not yet. All in good time my dear, all in good time. I will now leave you to your rest." The headmaster winked at her before he too walked out of the room. Not long after her friends all came running back in.
"So what did they say?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
"They were just talking about my detentions. I start tonight."
That night had come all too quickly for Morgana. Now she was sitting in the cold dungeons under the watchful eye of Professor Snape. Although she was supposed to be concentrating on what she was given to read, (on mind control) she couldn't help but stare at his hands. With very little effort those hands could break bones yet she could see they were far from what she had expected. His skin appeared soft and gentle looking, not what one would insinuate the dreaded potions teacher would have.
She wondered what his palm would say if she went to read it. Would it tell her he hated everyone and everything, or why he loved to snarl at people?
Earlier when she had apologised to him it had been out of respect only. Now she felt the need to do it properly, even if it was for her own satisfaction, after all, he had freely volunteered to help her.
"Professor?" Morgana walked up to him cautiously avoiding his black eyes.
"What is it now?"
"I wish to properly apologise for the things I said in class."
"You already have Miss Blackwater."
"Yes, I know," she continued nervously, "But I actually mean it this time."
"And you didn't last time?" his voice could barely be heard so she couldn't tell if this amused him or infuriated him.
"Ah, no sir… I didn't. But in my defence you were acting like most of the things I called you."
"Most? Miss Blackwater."
"Well I had no right to say what I did about you having no heart or soul. But then again you had no right to say what you did either."
"Your point?" he stated, almost uninterested.
She knew she was already walking a fine line even talking to him but she didn't care, she wasn't afraid.
"To start with you have to have a soul… somewhere, because everybody does and a heart well, you need to have one to have a pulse and as far as I can tell you're not dead… are you?" Snape didn't seem to care about her little speech and he looked back down to what he was grading.
"You know," she continued, not raising her timid voice above a whisper. "You must have a nice bone somewhere in your body otherwise Professor Dumbledore wouldn't like you, so you don't fool me anymore." This seemed to catch his attention better than she had hoped.
"So now I'm sadistic am I?" Morgana could hear the waring in his voice as he slowly stood from his seat.
"Well, you would be right. I revel in the fact people cower in my presence and recoil when I speak." He towered above her but she didn't flinch in the slightest. "I take it I no longer unnerve you?" he asked almost sweetly, although she saw danger flicker in his eyes. She shook her head silently.
"Well then, we'll have to remedy that now won't we Miss Blackwater?" With one graceful movement he reached out and grabbed both of her wrists in his hands.
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