Chapter 2
Squealing, Sarah made a dash towards one of the occupants and firmly attached herself to his waist. "It's Snape!!" she cried, suddenly feeling like she was on cloud nine.
"That is so unfair..." Mariah muttered under her breath before grinning widely at Dumbledore. "I knew we were really at Hogwarts! This is so cool!"
Snape stiffened as a pair of arms wound around his waist and banded his arms, holding him tightly. "What the bloody hell....?!" he demanded, looking down to see a young woman with flaming red hair and.... almost no clothes hugging him with a contented look on her face. "Get off of me!" He struggled and flailed his hands to release an arm before pulled out his wand and aimed it right between her eyes, his own threatening a painful death if she didn't comply.
Opening her eyes, Sarah saw the wand and raised a brow. "Right..." she muttered, letting him go and backing away a pace. "Grouch..."
Dumbledore chuckled at the sight of Snape being practically glomped by an unknown girl. "Might I inquire as to why you're here and not in bed?" he asked, looking from Mariah to Sarah and back again.
Mariah smiled brightly and thought for a moment. "Uh.. We're not students. We just woke up in the Great Hall and Filch found us and brought us here..." she explained, rocking back and forth on her feet. "We're muggles.."
Meanwhile, Snape had taken off his outer robes and thrown them at Sarah. "Would you please cover yourself? Those... clothes are most indecent..." he growled, not looking to see if the girl had done as he'd ordered.
"I don't know what you mean. These are some of the most decent pajamas I own.." Sarah said wrinkling her nose at him before slinging the robes around her shoulders and glancing at her pajamas. Okay. So, maybe the short leopard print velvet pajama shorts and high riding pajama tank were a bit on the revealing side. But, they were better than her underwear. Anyway.. back to the problem with the slime. Looking to see if anyone would notice, she started to frantically wipe her hand on a sleeve in an attempt to rid herself of the slime that was seemingly stuck to her skin. It helped a bit.
"Muggles? In Hogwarts? How can that be?" Dumbledore asked, still speaking with Mariah.
Shrugging, Mariah moved to sit in a chair that had appeared behind her. "Beats me.. We fell asleep watching the Harry-" she was cut off when Sarah hissed at her, glaring. "Uh... We were watching a movie and fell asleep on the couches in our living room and woke up in the Great Hall. So, we don't know how we got here..."
After hissing at Mariah, Sarah glanced at them before shifting up the other sleeve of the robes and frantically wiping off the back of her head. She shuddered when some of the slime touched her neck through her hair.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" Snape demanded, glaring at her with immense irritation.
Freezing, Sarah slowly turned to look at Snape. 'Damn. He wasn't supposed to be watching me...' she thought to herself before saying, "Uh.. Well, I was just.. uhm.. Cleaning off the back of my head?"
Sneering, the Potions Master turned to look at Dumbledore. "Surely you don't believe them, Headmaster!? They could be spies for the Dark Lord, for all we know!" he yelled, pounding his fist on the headmaster's desk.
Sarah and Mariah both looked completely outraged at that statement. "We are not spies for Voldemort or any other would-be world conquering moron!" Sarah shouted, getting in Snape's face. She had to tilt her head back a bit, but that wasn't the point. "If you want us to prove it, give me your wand for two seconds and I'll show you." She held out her hand expectantly.
Snape didn't move an inch, instead choosing to glare black death at the girl. "And, why should I? So you could kill me with it? I don't think so.." he muttered, looking down his nose at her.
"Sarah.. You're not helping anything," Mariah said, shaking her head.
"Well, damnit! I fell off a table, busted my ass on the floor, got slime adhered to my hand, had to deal with Filch, was told I was indecent for actually wearing pajamas to bed for once, then got accused of trying to murder this greasy excuse of a human and Dumbledore. I think I have every right to be pissed off!" Sarah yelled, not looking away from Snape for a second, her golden eyes flashing with barely suppressed anger.
Snape growled and raised his wand with every intention of cursing this scrap of a woman into oblivion. But, before a spell even reached his lips, his wand was out of his hand and pointed at his nose.
"Why, thank you for allowing me to prove my point.." Sarah hissed, poking his nose with the tip of the wand. "Now, watch..." She waved the wand back and forth in front of his face, making swishing and flicking movements like a first year would do when getting their first wand. Not a single thing happened. Not a spark or a flash. Not even a wisp of smoke. "See?"
Snape, who had not moved an inch since his wand was taken from him, stared at her with open shock. Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, I do believe you are telling the truth. Now, if you would kindly give Professor Snape back his wand. I fear he is at a bit of a loss without it."
Suddenly realizing exactly what she had just done and to whom, Sarah placed the wand back into the potion master's hand, which was still raised to curse her, and rushed to hide behind Mariah. "Eh heh... Sorry about that. My temper tends to run away with me." She blushed and gave a small apologetic smile to Snape, who still wasn't moving.
"Nice going, Sarah. Now you really helped the matter. Get him angry enough to kill you. Bravo." Mariah muttered sarcastically as Sarah continued to cower behind her for protection, though her eyes were twinkling merrily.
Dumbledore chuckled more at the girls' antics and Severus' shock. It wasn't often that he saw the Death Eater turned spy in such a state of shock. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen the younger wizard in such a state of shock. "Don't worry about him, dears. Would you care for a lemon drop?" he asked, offering them some of the sticky candies.
Sarah eagerly snatched a lemon drop and licked it. "Mm.. I haven't had one of these in ages. Last thing I really had was a Lemonhead. And those just aren't the same." She slipped the candy into her mouth and pursed her lips as the sour taste assaulted her senses.
Mariah shook her head at both the offer and Sarah's comments. "So, Headmaster.. What are you going to do with us?" she asked, praying for all she was worth that they would be able to stay at Hogwarts. Specifically because she wanted to meet Lucius Malfoy. Oh, yeah.
Squealing, Sarah made a dash towards one of the occupants and firmly attached herself to his waist. "It's Snape!!" she cried, suddenly feeling like she was on cloud nine.
"That is so unfair..." Mariah muttered under her breath before grinning widely at Dumbledore. "I knew we were really at Hogwarts! This is so cool!"
Snape stiffened as a pair of arms wound around his waist and banded his arms, holding him tightly. "What the bloody hell....?!" he demanded, looking down to see a young woman with flaming red hair and.... almost no clothes hugging him with a contented look on her face. "Get off of me!" He struggled and flailed his hands to release an arm before pulled out his wand and aimed it right between her eyes, his own threatening a painful death if she didn't comply.
Opening her eyes, Sarah saw the wand and raised a brow. "Right..." she muttered, letting him go and backing away a pace. "Grouch..."
Dumbledore chuckled at the sight of Snape being practically glomped by an unknown girl. "Might I inquire as to why you're here and not in bed?" he asked, looking from Mariah to Sarah and back again.
Mariah smiled brightly and thought for a moment. "Uh.. We're not students. We just woke up in the Great Hall and Filch found us and brought us here..." she explained, rocking back and forth on her feet. "We're muggles.."
Meanwhile, Snape had taken off his outer robes and thrown them at Sarah. "Would you please cover yourself? Those... clothes are most indecent..." he growled, not looking to see if the girl had done as he'd ordered.
"I don't know what you mean. These are some of the most decent pajamas I own.." Sarah said wrinkling her nose at him before slinging the robes around her shoulders and glancing at her pajamas. Okay. So, maybe the short leopard print velvet pajama shorts and high riding pajama tank were a bit on the revealing side. But, they were better than her underwear. Anyway.. back to the problem with the slime. Looking to see if anyone would notice, she started to frantically wipe her hand on a sleeve in an attempt to rid herself of the slime that was seemingly stuck to her skin. It helped a bit.
"Muggles? In Hogwarts? How can that be?" Dumbledore asked, still speaking with Mariah.
Shrugging, Mariah moved to sit in a chair that had appeared behind her. "Beats me.. We fell asleep watching the Harry-" she was cut off when Sarah hissed at her, glaring. "Uh... We were watching a movie and fell asleep on the couches in our living room and woke up in the Great Hall. So, we don't know how we got here..."
After hissing at Mariah, Sarah glanced at them before shifting up the other sleeve of the robes and frantically wiping off the back of her head. She shuddered when some of the slime touched her neck through her hair.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" Snape demanded, glaring at her with immense irritation.
Freezing, Sarah slowly turned to look at Snape. 'Damn. He wasn't supposed to be watching me...' she thought to herself before saying, "Uh.. Well, I was just.. uhm.. Cleaning off the back of my head?"
Sneering, the Potions Master turned to look at Dumbledore. "Surely you don't believe them, Headmaster!? They could be spies for the Dark Lord, for all we know!" he yelled, pounding his fist on the headmaster's desk.
Sarah and Mariah both looked completely outraged at that statement. "We are not spies for Voldemort or any other would-be world conquering moron!" Sarah shouted, getting in Snape's face. She had to tilt her head back a bit, but that wasn't the point. "If you want us to prove it, give me your wand for two seconds and I'll show you." She held out her hand expectantly.
Snape didn't move an inch, instead choosing to glare black death at the girl. "And, why should I? So you could kill me with it? I don't think so.." he muttered, looking down his nose at her.
"Sarah.. You're not helping anything," Mariah said, shaking her head.
"Well, damnit! I fell off a table, busted my ass on the floor, got slime adhered to my hand, had to deal with Filch, was told I was indecent for actually wearing pajamas to bed for once, then got accused of trying to murder this greasy excuse of a human and Dumbledore. I think I have every right to be pissed off!" Sarah yelled, not looking away from Snape for a second, her golden eyes flashing with barely suppressed anger.
Snape growled and raised his wand with every intention of cursing this scrap of a woman into oblivion. But, before a spell even reached his lips, his wand was out of his hand and pointed at his nose.
"Why, thank you for allowing me to prove my point.." Sarah hissed, poking his nose with the tip of the wand. "Now, watch..." She waved the wand back and forth in front of his face, making swishing and flicking movements like a first year would do when getting their first wand. Not a single thing happened. Not a spark or a flash. Not even a wisp of smoke. "See?"
Snape, who had not moved an inch since his wand was taken from him, stared at her with open shock. Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, I do believe you are telling the truth. Now, if you would kindly give Professor Snape back his wand. I fear he is at a bit of a loss without it."
Suddenly realizing exactly what she had just done and to whom, Sarah placed the wand back into the potion master's hand, which was still raised to curse her, and rushed to hide behind Mariah. "Eh heh... Sorry about that. My temper tends to run away with me." She blushed and gave a small apologetic smile to Snape, who still wasn't moving.
"Nice going, Sarah. Now you really helped the matter. Get him angry enough to kill you. Bravo." Mariah muttered sarcastically as Sarah continued to cower behind her for protection, though her eyes were twinkling merrily.
Dumbledore chuckled more at the girls' antics and Severus' shock. It wasn't often that he saw the Death Eater turned spy in such a state of shock. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen the younger wizard in such a state of shock. "Don't worry about him, dears. Would you care for a lemon drop?" he asked, offering them some of the sticky candies.
Sarah eagerly snatched a lemon drop and licked it. "Mm.. I haven't had one of these in ages. Last thing I really had was a Lemonhead. And those just aren't the same." She slipped the candy into her mouth and pursed her lips as the sour taste assaulted her senses.
Mariah shook her head at both the offer and Sarah's comments. "So, Headmaster.. What are you going to do with us?" she asked, praying for all she was worth that they would be able to stay at Hogwarts. Specifically because she wanted to meet Lucius Malfoy. Oh, yeah.