The Talk with Snape
Chapter 4
"The Things We Never Knew."
Artimis followed Professor Snape cautiously, unsure of their destination. The walk was quite, only his boots clicking on the stone floor could be heard along with the soft patter of her shoes. They descended the stairs to the dungeons and Artimis assumed they were heading to the common room. She inhaled deeply, preparing herself for the assault that she was sure to receive from Snape as soon as they were out of earshot of anyone. She braced for the stares of her housemates, the smirk on Draco's face, the thugs he calls friends standing behind him menacingly. As she prepared for all this, she did not notice Professor Snape stop and turn to look at her. She continued walking, in fact, walked right in to him, nearly toppling him over.
"Ms. Callabella. This is earth calling you to come back." He stated as he straightened himself. She inwardly smiled, knowing that Snape had not known he had made a joke. She looked around her and she did not know where she was. She looked around frantically, ignoring Snape in order to assert her position in the castle.
"Ms. Callabella, I was going to tell you to forget the way here, but it seems you weren't paying attention as it was." Snape spoke, disrupting her thoughts of lost.
"Where are we?" She questions, a tinge of fear in her voice.
"We are at my quarters. You will be sleeping in here tonight, until we can properly make sure Mr. Malfoy leaves you alone." Professor Snape spoke, spiting Draco's name out like it was a bad taste in his mouth, something he usually reserved for Alexis's or Harry's name.
"Um... Alright." She replied, unsure of this situation.
Professor Snape opened the door after whispering a word to the door. The door opened to a large, beautifully furnished living room. Professor Snape walked in and Artimis stood at the door, waiting for some sign that told her she was allowed to enter.
"Silly girl, come in and close the door." Professor Snape grumbled. She did as she was told and waited for her next instructions.
"Sit on the couch, I'll be back." He stated, as he walked into a room where Artimis glimpsed a large bed draped in green. She sat on the couch, it was a soft, plush couch, dark green in color and Artimis pondered on her predicament.
You are in Snape's living area; you are in someplace no one in the history of students has seen lived to tell the tale. Her mind screamed at her. She was so deep in thought that she did not notice Professor Snape come out of his room.
In his arms were a blanket and a pillow. He looked at her oddly and then coughed to get her attention.
"Um... Yes?" She spoke. He rolled his eyes.
"Ms. Callabella, You will be sleeping out here on the couch. I will be trying to sleep in my room. You are not to go into my room; you are to stay in this room. If you need to go to the bathroom, it is over there." He stated coldly, gesturing to a door. "Am I understood?"
She looked at him, and nodded, not wanting to speak cause his voice carried in these rooms and she did not like that.
"I can not hear what brains you do have rattling, Am I understood?" He questioned.
"Yes sir, I understand." She replied lowly. He placed the blankets on the end of the couch and went towards his room.
"Goodnight Professor." She stated involuntarily. He stopped and looked at her.
"Goodnight Artimis, now go to sleep." He replied and went into his room, closing the door.
Artimis was not tired, if anything she was energized and intrigued by these surroundings. Her mother had told her you can learn a lot about a person but their house. Artimis took in the room she sat in, looking upon the walls. There were no pictures hanging. The walls were a deep brown, almost mahogany looking, and there was a stone fire place across the room from the couch. In front of the fireplace there was a large straight backed chair, with a small table beside it. Over the back of the chair was a deep green throw and Artimis realized that the room was all earth tones. From what she could see, there was nothing but a figurine on the mantle. The figurine was glass or crystal, she couldn't tell, but she knew it had a humanoid form. She got up quietly, listening for any noises coming from the room Snape had entered. In front of the fireplace on the ground there was a brown rug made of fur, she could not tell the kind but could tell it was fur. She walked to the mantle slowly, curious as to what the figurine was.
She got closer and saw it was the form of a woman. She looked at it her hand reaching for it, but she pulled it back, reminding herself of where she was. She stared at it intently, the woman looking so familiar, some she had seen before, somewhere. Without her control her index finger moved forward and touched the small hand of the woman, who was sitting on a glass bench, her long hair cascading over her shoulders for eternity. As Artimis touched it an image flashed trough her mind.
... A young man sat on a bench, black hair over his face. The woman the figurine was based on walked behind him and put her hands over his eyes. She had dazzling blue eyes and long black hair.
"Guess Who?" She mocked sweetly and the man smiled.
"You" He cooed back, grabbing her fingers and kissing the tips as he reached his arms around behind himself and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her to his lap.
"So what is my surprise, Severus?" She asked smiling at him and she nuzzled his neck.
"You'll see, as soon as you get off my lap, dear." He replied, his hand moving through her raven black hair. She giggled, kissed him briefly and stood up, hands going to her hips. He bent and reached under the bench, pulling out a package.
"You shouldn't have." She spoke, her hands going to cover her mouth.
"I did, so come open it." He replied, a smirk on his face. She sat down and pulled it to her lap, slowly undoing the ties and lifting the lid slowly. Inside the box was the figurine of her in glass. She set it to the side and flings herself on to Severus wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you Severus." She cooed, tears in her eyes.
"I love you too, Miranda." He replied a smile on his face...
Artimis fell to the floor in shock of what she had seen. Her mind had not been prepared for an all out attack on her senses and she closed her eyes as unconsciousness claimed her.
Mwhaha.... Cliffy Payback!!!!
Sorry... I just never leave cliffs and decided it was about time to show you guys that I can bee mean too.
Toodles,
Deep Shadows