She walked through many corridors and up a few flights of moving staircases. She knew this castle better than the back of her hand. She could remember when she would wonder about the castle in the summers, trying to discover all its secrets. Surprisingly, Hogwarts still wasn't a bore to her. Every now and then something new would spring up at her. This castle would never feel cold and uninviting. True, she did know that the Slytherin common room was much colder than the Gryffindor's, but this place would always be home.

As she rounded a corner, she spotted her three best friends: Monica Riddle Crones of Gryffindor, Wren Riverstone of Ravenclaw, and Laelai Moonsong of Slytherin. Oddly enough, Laelai shared the same last name as Star: Moonsong. It was very strange, but one never knew now-a-days. But there was no way they could be related. They were almost exact opposites. Laelai's pwoers mostly delt with fire while Star's proficency was water.

The four of them had started a group called the Marauders, named after the group of four men who had started to original Marauders. All of the girls had an M tattooed on their wand hand. They also gathered underneath the same tree by the lake the original Marauders had.

Star waved to her friends as she approached them.

"Hey Star! Heading to Sevvy's?" Monica asked.

Star laughed and replied, "Of course!" She knew that Monica was very close to Snape and only she could call him such a pet name.

"We'll see you at dinner then," Wren said.

Star nodded and said her farewells as she headed down the corridor. Finally, she reached the correct classroom and stepped inside. No one except Snape was there. He looked at Star with his cold eyes, but they didn't look as cold as they usually did. He glided over to a table and rummaged through some papers.

"Good evening Miss Moonsong," he said, his dark voice a bit warmer than how he would address other students.

"Evening Professor," Star replied as she walked over to Snape.

"I've gotten some new music for you to learn," Snape informed her.

Star smiled gently as she laid her folder on the table.

"I'd like to practice on Lux Aeterna," Snape ordered.

Star nodded and searched through her foldering, flipping through many papers. Finally, she pulled out the right parchment. She gently smoothed it out and handed it to Snape.

"I think I can do it for memory," she said confidently.

Snape nodded and pulled out his wand. With the flick of his wrist, a grand piano suddenly appeared infront of him. A proud smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Before he sat on the black piano bench, he flicked back his robes like an professional pianist would.

Star grinned. She always loved watching Snape try to act like a pianist.

He sat down and arranged the piece on the stand just right. Snape placed his bony fingers over the keys and started to play.

"I'm assuming you've already warmed up?" Snape asked as the beautiful music floated out of the piano.

Star just gave a simple nod and prepared herself to start . She stoop up staight, her chest set forward slightly, and started to sing after Snape has finished the introduction.

Star had always loved to sing. And it was because of that love that Dumbledore had allowed her to take special classes. When she first heard that she would recieve her desired vocal lessons, Star expected that maybe Professor McGonagall would be her instructor. How very wrong she was. Star could remember how she felt when she walked into the room and first saw Snape standing there. It was so horribly embarassing. She didn't know why, but she had never gotten close to Snape. Star thought that it was maybe because she looked at him like a very harsh critic that she had to please. Or maybe it was just plain because he didn't let anyone get close to him or know him outside of Potions. But whatever the case was, he had, for some reason, taken the job as her director.

Slowly, the song had come to an end. Snape looked from the piano and stared at Star. She waited for the harsh words, like he would usually direct toward the Gryffindors, but they never came. He just kept his dark eyes on her. Star shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. Why was he still looking at her? Finally, Snape turned his gaze back to the piano and removed the parchment from the stand.

"Miss Moonsong, Professor Dumbledore has asked me if you would perform infront of the school tomorrow during breakfast."

Star walked over to the table to put her music away, thinking over the offer. "Breakfast seems a bit early, don't you think? I mean, I would have to warm up my voice first and I find it difficult to sing in the morning," she replied.

"That is why I want you here and hour and a half before breakfast begins," Snape answered, putting his music back into his own folder. His answer was so definate, that Star knew that the subject was closed.

She looked up at him, thinking him to be a bit more uneasy than he usually was. Star got another feeling that he was hiding something from her. But, there would be no time to ask Dumbledore in the morning, considering she would have to be back here as soon as she woke up. Oh well. She would just have to ask him after breakfast. Snape looked over at her with his cold eyes and nodded to her.

Snape glanced over at her and nodded. "That will do for today, thank you. I will see bright and early in the morning."