I no own. Blah, blah blah, blah. Except for a Miss Becker, that is.
Chapter 2: A Strong Hand
"With all due respect, Mr. Dumbledore…sir, I think I'd rather choose my own house."
"You stupid insipid girl! Don't do this now! Just...agree. The Headmaster will suggest a course of action. Be valiant and consent!"
Who are you? How the fuck are you even allowed in MY mind! The whole world is going to Hell in a handbasket in…
"Five…"
"Four…"
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One… Miss Becker, I have given you to the count of five to state your preference regarding your choice of house. As you have obviously not complied, Professor Snape shall choose for you."
"Sir, I would have chosen but…"
"The girl was clearly much too terrified to speak, Headmaster. You saw how her eyes widened in fear. She clearly needs a strong hand. Much stronger, say, than Minerva's or Professor Sprout's."
"Where do you think our young American friend belongs then, Severus?"
"In my house, since Miss Becker so desperately wanted to be Slytherin that she was found outside their common room."
That is so CRAP! I don't know what kind of game he's playing but he's not going to win.
"Why I'd be honored to be a Snake, Professor."
With that, she went to join the far table with Draco, Pansy, Blaise and all the other Slytherins. Draco, who was in his seventh year, regarded her as fresh meat. The look in his eyes told her so.
This promises to be quite fun…