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Dumbledore had just sent away Ronald Weasley, Harry's good friend. He had reprimanded him, nicely of course; he never could find it in himself to be harsh. He had left it up to Minerva to hand out his punishments. Apparently he had been sent off with a months worth of detentions as well as a letter sent home to his parents. Dumbledore could see Molly opening it up now. He expected a howler tomorrow at breakfast. He sat down in his chair awaiting the arrival of Miss Granger and Miss Walker when his door burst open.
"The Weasley boy snuck off with them." Severus screamed. Dumbledore had been hoping that he wouldn't find out but, naturally, word traveled fast at Hogwarts, "How could this happen and I not be informed."
"I didn't feel like it was necessary for you to know Severus."
"N-Not necessary. And why is that."
"Because I knew you would react, well as you are now."
"I-I. It is…" He was at a loss for words. He knew the headmaster was right and he knew it didn't really matter that Weasley had gone. He just had a lot on his mind. He was glad to be mad about something; it gave him something to do other than spend time with his memories. He remembered Dumbledore telling him once:
'Memories are comforting Severus. We learn from them.' And he remembered his response to this.
'Memories are like ghosts. They are not tangible nor are they comforting. Some memories I would rather not remember.' He realized just then how ironic that sounded, considering all he did was remember. It was his prison, the things he saw, that he remembered. They were his punishment and, he thought, he deserved it. A small tap on the door knocked him out of his daze.
"Expecting someone?" He asked. The headmaster just raised an eyebrow.
"Come in," He answered. Severus was surprised to see the bushy haired annoyance known as Granger poked her head in.
"Uh, headmaster I have the new student here to be sorted." She said. Snape looked at Dumbledore with a questioning glance. Albus merely nodded at him.
"Ah, Miss Walker please come in." Severus watched as the girl entered the room. She was beautiful, with auburn hair and bright blue eyes. She reminded him of someone he had known years ago. She caught his glance and grinned slightly. He couldn't help but do the same.
"How was your trip?" Albus asked, "I hope it was comfortable."
"Oh, yeah it was okay." She answered, "I had a lot to think about on the way here. Your, uh, messengers surprised me though."
"Yes, I'm sorry I couldn't come to you myself, but unfortunately it just wasn't possible."
"It's quite alright. It's, uh, really nice here, it's big." She answered, "Nothing like the Academy."
"It's has come to my attention that you were a top student there."
"Oh, uh yeah I guess so." She said smiling shyly.
"Have you made any friends in your short time here?" He asked making conversation. He had a feeling he should get to know her.
"Yeah, a lot actually." She couldn't help giving short answers. She was nervous, and she didn't know why.
"She's pretty much made friends with everyone in Gryffindor headmaster. She's very popular." Hermione said smiling. This statement cut Severus like a knife, she was popular, and she was a friend of those damned Gryffindors.
"Fabulous, I'm glad you've gotten off to such a great start." Albus said not looking at her but at Severus, "It also seems that you excelled in potions. You should meet Professor Snape." Dumbledore stood up and walked over to stand next to Severus, "He'll be your potions teacher here at Hogwarts." Rosslyn walked over and extended her hand to him.
"Nice to meet you," She said. He took her hand into his and made eye contact. Something there scared her. His eyes were…empty, hopeless. It took all her strength not to pull her hand away. It didn't matter, he had seen it in her face. She was terrified of him. He didn't blame her. She was young, happy, smart. She didn't have a care in the world, oh how he wanted to loathe her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He released her hand gently.
"And you," He replied, "Headmaster." He nodded to Dumbledore and made to leave. He opened the office door, and turned to look on the room once more, not the room but her. Finally he left and stalked off to his rooms where he planned to have a big glass of fire whiskey.
"Well, I guess it's about time we get you sorted." Dumbledore finally said after carrying on their conversation for another ten minutes, "Just put this on your head." He said as he grabbed the sorting hat off a shelf, and handed it to Rosslyn.
"Uh, okay," She placed the hat over her head, and couldn't help but feel ridiculous. For a while nothing happened and she thought perhaps it wouldn't work.
"Hm," It said loudly making not just Rosslyn but Hermione jump in her seat, "This is tough, very tough. Where to put you? There's courage and cunning, valor and shrewdness, a mixture of two houses. A dangerous mixture, that if sparked can turn into a fire. Maybe…Gryffindor."
Rosslyn was extremely happy but the confusion was much more obvious.
"Congratulations!" Hermione said, "Wait till you tell Fred and George. They're likely to throw a party."
"Fred and George…Weasley?" Dumbledore asked surprised, "Well judging from your past I can see why you would be friends with them." The statement embarrassed Rosslyn and a blush crept onto her face.
"Well, I-I." The words couldn't seem to come out.
"It's quite alright," Dumbledore said laughing, "I'm only joking. Just don't go getting too many points taken away from Gryffindor. I was in that house after all and I just don't think I could take it, if we didn't win the house cup…Lemon drop?"
After the two girls were filled to the brim with candy they retreated back to their common room. All the while Hermione was chattering on about how happy she was and what not but Rosslyn simply nodded and ignored her, she did talk a lot. Rosslyn's mind was on the potions teacher. He seemed so sad, and the healer in her wanted so much to help him. There was just something about him. Almost a…familiarity.
Needless to say everyone else was happy that Rosslyn was now, officially, a Gryffindor. Later that night after Rosslyn had showered and crawled under the covers, she thought about how much she enjoyed her day.
'I wish Evan was here.' She thought, 'He really would have loved it.'
Once again a short chapter, but you should get used to it. I don't like writing a lot all at once. I know as an avid reader of fan fiction myself; I tend to feel overwhelmed when I come across an extremely long chapter. It's just my style, plus I update much more often when I don't have to put 16 pages into one chapter.
"I'm a seasoned vet when it comes to this shit" Sorry had to throw down a lil' fitty cent there. I don't even like him, or rap for that matter but the songs on right now, it's kinda catchy, "I'll take you to the candy shop, want one taste of what I got, keep goin' till you hit the spot, I'll have you spendin' all you got. Whoa!"
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Needles and Pins Shel Silverstein
Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
Sew me a sail
To catch the wind.
Sew me a sail
Strong as the gale,
Carpenter, bring out your
Hammers and nails.
Hammers and nails,
Hammers and nails,
Build me a boat
To go chasing the whales.
Chasing the whales,
Sailing the blue,
Find me a captain
And sign me a crew.
Captain and crew,
Captain and crew,
Take me, oh take me
To anywhere new.