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A/N: Thanks to everyone who posted comments/reviews!!! You're all lovely!!!! Ok, so I uploaded two chapters this time because this one is short...and there is also a swear word in this one, eep!! Lol!!! Enjoy!!

Clea stepped out of her fireplace and chocked on the hot air in her apartment. She waved her wand and all the windows shot open, letting in a breeze.

She walked over to the largest window and used the wind to brush the soot from Flooing off her robes.

When all the dirt was gone, she reached over to her counter and grabbed a sparkling crystal goblet, with green gemstones lining the cup. She mumbled an incantation, and a stream of red wine poured out of her wand.

Clea took the goblet and sat down on her favorite chair in the living room. She took a long sip and relaxed into the cushions.

Everything that she just experienced felt like a dream; Snape coming to her apartment and Dumbledore's job offer.

Clea sighed heavily, filling her mouth with another gulp of wine. A throbbing headache banged on her temples, while the thoughts in her head did flip flops, never landing on a decision.

She just wasn't sure if she wanted to leave Beauxbatons. It had become so familiar to her over the years.

It also wasn't like she was going to a new place though. She would be teaching at Hogwarts; a place she knew just as well as Beauxbatons, if not better.

But she was friends with her fellow professors at Beauxbatons. All though she all ready knew pretty much every professor at Hogwarts too, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that calling the other professors at Beauxbatons her friends was lying. They were more like acquaintances, people she only spoke to at work; she never saw them away from the school.

In the back of her mind, she felt that becoming even good friends with someone new would betray Lily's memory; though Lily would have never thought that.

"But Ancient Runes?" Clea said out loud. She let out a long yawn. Care of Magical Creatures was so much more interesting and hands on.

Maybe I could bring some freshness, some life to Ancient Runes. Clea sighed loudly. "That might not be possible."

Clea scrunched down even further in her chair and laid her head on the arm rest.

Maybe she felt so comfortable here that she just didn't want to leave. But, I can take the chair with me, she thought, petting the soft velvet.

Clea wished that she had someone to help her make up her mind. She thought about talking to one of her ex-boyfriends, but not one of them enjoyed speaking to her very much.

All three decided, individually, that it was a huge waste of time to go out with someone that was completely in love with someone else. Plus, they thought it too weird and annoying that she would spend every full moon by her window listening and crying her eyes out uncontrollably.

Clea rested happily in the fact that she would be alone forever and that no man could ever make her forget Remus.

A few silent moments passed on; and Clea's mind stayed completely void of thought. The creepy feeling of hollowness began to overwhelm her, like it did everyday. She felt blank inside. Nothing is keeping me here, so why do I refuse to see that I should...that I need to leave?

Maybe it was Snape. Maybe she didn't want to be near him, and teaching at Hogwarts would make them co-workers.

But if Snape unnerves me so much, why did I follow him? I would have just slammed the door in his face.

Clea couldn't deny that something inside of her sparked when she saw Snape. She assumed it was the shadow of a life that she thought had abandoned her all of a sudden coming back; and not anything amorous.

Clea sighed again and tipped her head back to allow every last drop of wine to cascade down her throat. When she was positive that her glass was dry, Clea looked up and around her small apartment. She thought about Dumbledore. He has offered her a chance to turn to a new chapter; she'd been dwelling on the last one for too long now.

"I don't know what to do!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back and clasping her eyes shut. Her mind started to filter through scenes of life at Beauxbatons and life at Hogwarts like they were flashbacks in a movie.

Clea stood up, all of a sudden filled with anxious energy. She fixed her eyes on the picture of Sirius from the newspaper that was still perfectly propped up on her mantle. She noticed that he kept smirking and she suddenly felt murderous towards him.

"This is your entire fault, you know!" she screamed at him. "My life wouldn't be so shallow and empty if you didn't fuck everything up!"

Clea wrenched the photo off her mantle, knocking a candlestick down with it. She held the picture tight in her hands and breathed in and out heavily.

Slowly her grip loosened and she replaced the newspaper back up on the mantle. Every time Clea was overtaken with anger towards her brother, those feelings were immediately followed up by sadness and regret. She didn't know why; he killed Lily and James, which should entitle her to be more than just angry at him.

Clea shook her head hard. It was time to make a decision; no one was going to make it for her.

"Going back to Beauxbatons means going back to the familiar," she said to herself, pacing in front of her fireplace. "It'll be the same daily routines...the same conversations....the same attempts to push the past away." Clea's voice became quieter as she finished speaking.

"Hogwarts...will offer a new setting wrapped over an old, comfortable home."

Clea's eyes caught Sirius's, and she halted in place. Something was all ready new this year. Sirius wasn't sitting alone in a jail cell. He was on the loose, he had escaped. Dumbledore would probably be in constant contact with wizards that had news about Sirius, news she wanted desperately to hear.

"There is going to be a new teacher," she said, once again pacing her living room. "Dumbledore said three teachers left...Hagrid took one vacancy, I would take another, and that still leaves one opening. So, I wouldn't be the only person teaching there for the first time."

Clea nodded her head. She grabbed a piece of parchment and neatly wrote down her decision to Dumbledore. She walked into her bedroom, and over to her owl's cage.

Clea tied the letter to Caesar's leg and carried him to the window. Once the small dot of gold disappeared completely from the sky, Clea walked over to her shelf and pulled a large book off of it. She sat down on her bed, pulling her legs up to her chest; she needed to brush up on her Runes.