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Snape looked into the first room, rolling his eyes. The students were on cots, the walls were all dark blue and there was a black, ragged carpet beneath them. Most of the students were asleep, but one sat up crying. The sobs only increased when she saw Snape. Hermione hurried past him to her.
"We're trying to keep the students calm, not make them feel like they're in Azkaban," Snape mumbled, observing the room with distaste.
"We hadn't exactly gotten to that yet," Remus said, abashed.
"How many rooms can we use?" Snape asked.
"Any that you need, and there are about a hundred in the Hyperion to choose from," Angel shrugged.
"Good, thank you," Snape said. He took out his wand, and waved it once. The walls became a pale blue and with another wave, the carpet was white and in perfect condition. Two of the cots turned into comfortable twin beds, covered in blue velvet blankets. He waved his hand at the student's cots in the room. They began to levitate. He walked out of the room, each following in single file behind him. The next room was full of students, as was the same for the next six rooms.
"I thought you didn't believe in foolish wand-waving," Hermione muttered softly, getting a glare as she led the on awake girl along the hallway.
"Two students to each room. They will stay with their own gender, of course and I have no idea how to decorate anything so the rooms will all have blue walls and a white carpet," Snape stated, sending two cots into one room, where they sat down side-by-side and automatically became comfortable beds and the room began to change colors, without one word spoken from Snape. The girl with Hermione was placed in the next room with another girl her age, when Hermione managed to calm her down.
"How many students are there exactly?" Snape asked.
"Thirty-six," Hermione said automatically. "Eight pairs of girls, and ten pairs of boys."
"How did you know that?" Remus asked.
"There are only nine first year boys, and eleven second years. Then there are seven first year girls and nine second year girls," Hermione said. "I'm head girl and I took that post very seriously. I know the name of every single one of these students and many things about them," Hermione stated, firmly.
"Snape was head boy back in the day and he barely knew all the seventh years' names," Remus laughed. "He was too busy playing with his potions kit, making cures to help advance all wizard-kind."
"Indeed," Snape growled, annoyed.
"Whatever happened to that girl: Maria, that Ravenclaw girl that you dated back in our seventh year?" Remus asked.
"Sirius Black is what happened," Snape muttered.
"I didn't know he… I mean I knew with Jennifer, but Maria too?" Remus asked.
"Yes, Black took much pride in taken anyone who even began to care about me away; it was like a sport for him," Snape hissed, angrily.
"That's horrible," Hermione said, softly.
"I don't need your pity, girl," Snape snapped.
"You really think that I pity you professor?" Hermione asked. Snape just glared at her. "Fine," she snapped, stalking off.
"You know, Severus, I think that girl cares more about you than Maria Halhurst or Jennifer Woodis could have ever tried. That wasn't the smartest move you've ever made," Remus stated.
Snape gaped at him, in shock. "Care about me? She hates me!" he exclaimed.
"Well sure, that explains why she was falling apart when your life was in danger, and now she's back to her old self that you're safe," Remus pointed out.
"Lupin, I do believe that vampirism has caused you to lose your mind," Snape said.
"Whatever you say, Severus," Remus nodded, slightly.
"Can you finish here?" he asked.
"Of course, but why?" Remus inquired.
"I need to go on a walk," Snape said.
"You shouldn't go alone. There are vampires everywhere," Angel said.
"Oh please, the first thing you learn in school is Lumos," Snape demonstrated. Angel leapt away from the light, behind Remus. "It uses sunlight," Snape pointed out.
"I see that, now could you put it out?" Angel snapped.
"Of course. Perhaps we should put a ward on the hotel, stopping the use of sunlight spells," Snape smirked, pocketing his wand.
He stalked off, but moments later was stopped, "Oh Severus!" Remus called. "You might want to clean your clothes. It's slightly suspicious, you walking around covered in mud and blood," Remus said. Snape muttered a wandless cleansing charm and continued his walk out.
"Where are you going?" he was stopped just as he reached the door of the Hyperion Hotel, by Hermione's sharp voice.
"A walk, not that I need to tell you that," Snape muttered, grabbing the handle.
"No," Hermione said.
He looked at her, dangerously, "Excuse me?"
"I am no longer your student. I am your healer and as such, I say you cannot go out," Hermione stated, crossing her arms, her wand in her hand.
"You cannot stop me," he said, pulling the handle on the door. "It wouldn't budge."
"I told you, you are not going out. You know that when a wizard signs a contract designating a healer to work for them, the healer has control over many things a patient may or may not do, and that includes strutting about Los Angeles in the unhealthy smog and smoke," Hermione stated, raising an eyebrow. "You wanted me not to be kind to you, so I'm not asking, I'm doing," she bit out.
"Granger," he said, in a warning tone.
"Madame Granger, remember. You're the one who knows my name so well," Hermione snapped, harshly.
"Let me out, this instant," Snape demanded.
"I, Hermione Jane Granger, hereby state that Severus Augustus Snape is not to leave the grounds of this Hyperion Hotel, until I feel fit to lift this order," Hermione stated. There was clicking throughout the house.
"Madame Granger, you may be my healer, but your magic still does not outweigh my own," he said, pulling out his wand angrily.
"What are you going to do, curse me?" she glared.
"Let me out, Madame Granger, or I will have no choice," Snape stated.
"Then curse me. I dare you. What are you going to use: Imperio, Crucio, perhaps Avada?" she scoffed.
Snape lowered his wand, angrily, and stalked off up the stairs.
"You will pay for this Madame Granger," Snape snapped, not turning around. "Mark my words; I will find a way to get you for this, healer or not," he said.
"Consider them marked," Hermione said, smartly. (I couldn't help it. I had to say it).
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