Regina tossed and turned. Dark haunted dreams caused her to cry out in her sleep. Visions of her parents' cold lifeless bodies filled her mind. She could picture the eyes staring lifelessly at her. Finally, she awoke in a cold sweat, anguished tears wetting her pale cheeks. Unable to sleep, she turned on the light and walked to her bookshelf. She scanned the shelves, looking for something to get her mind off her thoughts. Finally, she decided on a book called History of Potions by: Ivan Perkins. She began to cry as she realized that she was holding in her hands the last book that her parents had given to her. She growled in irritation.
She quickly shoved the book back onto the shelf and grabbed her robes out of the closet. After putting them on and slipping her shoes on her feet, she grabbed her wand and left the room. "Lumos," she whispered as she stepped into the hallway. The light from her wand illuminated the hallway. She began to walk, unsure of exactly where she was going. She soon found herself in the same corridor where she'd met the girl earlier. I wonder which house she's in she wondered absently. "Well, hello Regina," someone called from down the hallway.
She looked up and found herself face-to-face with Albus Dumbledore. "You scared me, headmaster," she exclaimed with a hand on her chest. "My apologies, miss Snape," Dumbledore replied. "I couldn't sleep," Regina commented, feeling the need to explain why she was out in the hall. Dumbledore gave her a concerned look. "If you need to talk, my door is always open," he offered. "Just drop by my office any time you feel overwhelmed and need to talk. The password is.." Regina interupted. "It's butterbeer. Yes I know." Severus stepped from the shadows behind her. "I told her the same thing, headmaster." He laid his hand on her shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I think I should have a little talk with my niece." He gently took her arm and led her away. Dumbledore watched them go with concern before turning to start for his own rooms.
Regina woke to find someone gently shaking her. She opened her eyes to find Severus looking down at her. When he noticed that she was awake, he spoke, "you need to get ready. I'll wait outside your door. Then, when you're finished, I'll escort you to breakfast."
Regina sat up and rubbed her eyes. "You don't have to wait outside. Just sit in the recliner, and I'll get dressed in the bathroom." She stood and walked to her closet to pick out her clothes. "Is there a certain dress code here at Hogwarts?" she asked without turning around. "I mean, is there a certain color or uniform?" "Yes, there's a uniform," Severus replied. "However, since you don't have it, just wear whatever you want. Just be sure to wear black robes over it." Regina pulled out a black robe with a shimmery silver tint. "Is this okay," she asked as she turned and showed it to Severus. "Or does it have to be a plain black one. Nearly all of my robes are color. This is the only black one I have." Severus raised an eyebrow at the shimmering robe. "I suppose that's fine," he replied.
He watched in amusement as she pulled out a black sleeveless leather dress. "I'm glad you'll have robes over that," he replied in a low voice. "Otherwise, I'd have to spend my whole day hexing young boys for looking at you the wrong way." Regina let out a laugh. "Well, I'm glad to know I have someone to protect me," she replied with a smile as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She emerged a few minutes later. Her black curly hair was pulled up in a ponytail with a few curls hanging around her face. The dress fit like a second skin. The daring neckline left little to the imagination, and the hem was a couple inches above her knees. Black leather boots that reached her knees completed the ensemble. "Alright, put your robes on so we can go," Severus ordered. After she had her robes on and her wand in her pocket, she followed her uncle from the room.