Hello again!

Sorry about the shortness of my chapters, but I will try to make them longer!

Well fasten your seatbelts and keep your arms inside the cart 'cause off we go!

The feast was over. Snape had retreated back to his dungeon. He had lesson plans to write. A knock at the door. Snape didn't move. He was working. If he ignored it…

A little louder. "Professor! Professor Snape. Let me in please. I need to plan lessons."

It was the girl. At least she seemed to have a work ethic.

He got up and unbolted the door. He was too stunned by what he saw to react quick enough. Morrigan Raven stood there, a suitcase in one hand and a trunk floating behind her. A bat was clutching at her sleeve, and a black cat with white paws was trying to claw his leg.

"Pey, leave Uncle Snape alone!"

"Uncle?" he snorted as the girl pushed past him. How am I related to the cat. The cat was looking patronizingly at both him and the girl.

"Well, if I'm going to live across the lab from you, you might just get to know the cat."

Oh no, it dawned on him. The empty storeroom. He thought he'd lost the key. Dumbledore must have given it to the girl.

"Well shut the door! Where am I going?" She looked around and stepped towards Snape's rooms. "Err, no! Over there." He pointed vaguely at the door to the spare storeroom.

"A little help?"

The stunned potions master was still in somewhat of a state of shock. He picked up the trunk now sat on the desk and followed the girl.

She opened the door. "Hmm," Cobwebs were weaved across the door and walls.

She drew a wand from inside one of her billowing sleeves, sending the bat to cling to the spit across the unlit fire.

"Mundas," and the room was swept out by invisible brooms. "I think a little over there, and there. Oh and of course…"

The spare storeroom now had a red rug, sofa and large desk. It also had two doors either side of a roaring fireplace.

"If you just pop it there." She told Snape.

"Right, lessons to plan!" Morrigan followed him into his office. "Now I think I'm more on the theory side of things."

The discussion of work brought Snape back to the real world.

"Take a seat, Ms. Raven." She settled at a seat in front of his desk and studied the jars on the shelves while he paced behind her.

"Firstly, however capable you are, I am in charge. Let me finish." He raised his hand and Morrigan sniffed. "I do not need an assistant, so why don't you go and live in the Defence room?"

"Because, my friend, I am a potions maker. I do not deal primarily with defending myself against the dark-arts. I would have thought you would have realised that by now." She twisted her head round to stare at him with those amazing eyes.

Memories. A dark circle. A hooded head opposite. A mask. A pair of eyes. The dark lord.

This woman was a death eater!

Sorry about my notes at the beginning. I got over excited. I think I've calmed down.

Well?

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