Chapter 3
"Well, I see no reason why you can't stay here for the time being. It is quite unusual for muggles to be in Hogwarts. I don't recall there ever being such a case as this before," Dumbledore thought aloud, tapping his lips with a finger. "Right. Now, how should we proceed with this?"
Sarah, crunched what was left of her lemon drop and swallowed. "Well, I was thinking we'd uh... I don't know. Help out professors or something. Like, correcting papers for them or whatever. Be a sort of TA for them. We could stay with just one or alternate, I suppose..." She shrugged and fidgeted with Severus' robes. They weren't bad quality, from what she could tell. Of course, she wasn't exactly a great seamstress or anything. But, she still had her opinion.
The headmaster nodded as he concentrated on pulling apart two lemon drops that were firmly stuck together. "I don't see why that would be a problem. What do you think, Severus?" he asked, glancing at the potions master.
Snape, who had finally gotten over his shock (a whole new experience for him, really), cast a glare of blackest death at Sarah before turning his gaze to the headmaster. "Personally, I think we should cast them off Hogwarts grounds and let them deal with things themselves," he sneered, moving to sit in a chair that was distanced from Sarah.
Sarah, in retaliation to his glare, stuck her tongue out at him and flipped him the bird.
"Sarah!" Mariah laughed, shaking her head.
"What? He glared at me! I'm not just going to sit here and let him think he can treat me like the lowest piece of trash on the planet," Sarah argued, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
Mariah laughed and nudged her friend in the side, causing the other to squeak in a very undignified fashion. "Do you honestly think that it will stop him?"
".... Good point."
Snape sneered at them before turning away to glare at Fawkes, who squawked in irritation.
Dumbledore chuckled slightly, his eyes glinting with suppressed humor. "And, that is why you are not Headmaster, Severus." He chuckled once more as he got to his feet. "Now, shall we sort you? I rather like your idea. Some of the teachers get rather haggard with their work load. It's not an easy job, teaching," he babbled as he walked over to the shelf that had the sorting hat resting on it.
"Oh, don't bother. We've already been sorted," Sarah stated, not thinking about what that implied. That was quickly rectified when Mariah lashed out with her foot and kicked Sarah rather hard in the shin. "Ouch! What the HELL was.. oh.. Never mind. Ignore what I said. We do need to be sorted. Yeah." She rambled in a hope of covering up her slip.
Snape eyed her with a large amount of mistrust and dislike, causing her to blush slightly under the scrutiny. He gave an evil smirk in response.
Dumbledore looked at Mariah and Sarah searchingly, filing the slips away to look at a later time. "Very well. Which of you would like to go first?"
Mariah jumped to her feet so quickly that she unsettled Sarah from her perch on the arm of the chair, causing her to flop to the floor for the second time that night. Snape sniggered in evil pleasure at her clumsiness. "I want to go first!" she exclaimed, grinning madly.
Sarah glared at the brunette from her position on the floor. "You hooker," she muttered without malice. Mariah simply kicked her lightly and waited for the aging headmaster to drop the hat on her head.
"Well, well. What have we here," the hat whispered in her ear. "A muggle at Hogwarts? That is interesting. But, where shall I put you?"
Mariah screwed her eyes shut and prayed for anything but Hufflepuff. "Not Hufflepuff, eh? You're the second one tonight that has asked not to be put in a particular house. Very well.. How about..... RAVENCLAW!"
The brunette squealed and took the hat off, a shining smile on her face. "I knew it!" she cried before yelping when Sarah kicked her. "OH! Oops.." Blushing slightly, Mariah moved to sit down as Sarah walked over to the headmaster.
"Ready?" Dumbledore asked, holding up the hat. When the red-head nodded, he dropped the hat on her head and waited patiently for the hat's decision.
"Interesting. Very interesting. You and your friend know much more than you are telling the headmaster. Understandable, of course. Now, where should I put you? You would do well in Gryffendor. But you would also fare well in Slytherine. Difficult decision. Very difficult, indeed. Ah! That little bit of information makes it a bit easier. If I put you there, he might be a bit less snarky. Better make it.. SLYTHERIN!" the hat cried.
Sarah slowly pulled the hat off and looked at Snape. He was watching her with a closed off look. Smirking, she handed the hat to the headmaster and sauntered over to the potions master and took a seat on the arm of his chair. "Looks like it's you and me, sugar."
Mariah cracked up laughed at the endearment before looking towards the headmaster, tears of laughter still in her eyes. "Now what?"
"Well, I see no reason why you can't stay here for the time being. It is quite unusual for muggles to be in Hogwarts. I don't recall there ever being such a case as this before," Dumbledore thought aloud, tapping his lips with a finger. "Right. Now, how should we proceed with this?"
Sarah, crunched what was left of her lemon drop and swallowed. "Well, I was thinking we'd uh... I don't know. Help out professors or something. Like, correcting papers for them or whatever. Be a sort of TA for them. We could stay with just one or alternate, I suppose..." She shrugged and fidgeted with Severus' robes. They weren't bad quality, from what she could tell. Of course, she wasn't exactly a great seamstress or anything. But, she still had her opinion.
The headmaster nodded as he concentrated on pulling apart two lemon drops that were firmly stuck together. "I don't see why that would be a problem. What do you think, Severus?" he asked, glancing at the potions master.
Snape, who had finally gotten over his shock (a whole new experience for him, really), cast a glare of blackest death at Sarah before turning his gaze to the headmaster. "Personally, I think we should cast them off Hogwarts grounds and let them deal with things themselves," he sneered, moving to sit in a chair that was distanced from Sarah.
Sarah, in retaliation to his glare, stuck her tongue out at him and flipped him the bird.
"Sarah!" Mariah laughed, shaking her head.
"What? He glared at me! I'm not just going to sit here and let him think he can treat me like the lowest piece of trash on the planet," Sarah argued, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking her nose in the air.
Mariah laughed and nudged her friend in the side, causing the other to squeak in a very undignified fashion. "Do you honestly think that it will stop him?"
".... Good point."
Snape sneered at them before turning away to glare at Fawkes, who squawked in irritation.
Dumbledore chuckled slightly, his eyes glinting with suppressed humor. "And, that is why you are not Headmaster, Severus." He chuckled once more as he got to his feet. "Now, shall we sort you? I rather like your idea. Some of the teachers get rather haggard with their work load. It's not an easy job, teaching," he babbled as he walked over to the shelf that had the sorting hat resting on it.
"Oh, don't bother. We've already been sorted," Sarah stated, not thinking about what that implied. That was quickly rectified when Mariah lashed out with her foot and kicked Sarah rather hard in the shin. "Ouch! What the HELL was.. oh.. Never mind. Ignore what I said. We do need to be sorted. Yeah." She rambled in a hope of covering up her slip.
Snape eyed her with a large amount of mistrust and dislike, causing her to blush slightly under the scrutiny. He gave an evil smirk in response.
Dumbledore looked at Mariah and Sarah searchingly, filing the slips away to look at a later time. "Very well. Which of you would like to go first?"
Mariah jumped to her feet so quickly that she unsettled Sarah from her perch on the arm of the chair, causing her to flop to the floor for the second time that night. Snape sniggered in evil pleasure at her clumsiness. "I want to go first!" she exclaimed, grinning madly.
Sarah glared at the brunette from her position on the floor. "You hooker," she muttered without malice. Mariah simply kicked her lightly and waited for the aging headmaster to drop the hat on her head.
"Well, well. What have we here," the hat whispered in her ear. "A muggle at Hogwarts? That is interesting. But, where shall I put you?"
Mariah screwed her eyes shut and prayed for anything but Hufflepuff. "Not Hufflepuff, eh? You're the second one tonight that has asked not to be put in a particular house. Very well.. How about..... RAVENCLAW!"
The brunette squealed and took the hat off, a shining smile on her face. "I knew it!" she cried before yelping when Sarah kicked her. "OH! Oops.." Blushing slightly, Mariah moved to sit down as Sarah walked over to the headmaster.
"Ready?" Dumbledore asked, holding up the hat. When the red-head nodded, he dropped the hat on her head and waited patiently for the hat's decision.
"Interesting. Very interesting. You and your friend know much more than you are telling the headmaster. Understandable, of course. Now, where should I put you? You would do well in Gryffendor. But you would also fare well in Slytherine. Difficult decision. Very difficult, indeed. Ah! That little bit of information makes it a bit easier. If I put you there, he might be a bit less snarky. Better make it.. SLYTHERIN!" the hat cried.
Sarah slowly pulled the hat off and looked at Snape. He was watching her with a closed off look. Smirking, she handed the hat to the headmaster and sauntered over to the potions master and took a seat on the arm of his chair. "Looks like it's you and me, sugar."
Mariah cracked up laughed at the endearment before looking towards the headmaster, tears of laughter still in her eyes. "Now what?"