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Chapter Three:: Hello
"See you in two weeks!" Ron hollered after her as she pushed into Potions class.
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Kit stumbled into Potions, the door banging off the wall loudly. Closing the door gently, she tried to catch her breath, aware of all the eyes upon her.
"Ah," said the hook nosed teacher softly, "the prodigal student." The class tittered and Kit felt her ears redden again. She stared at the floor, breathing slowly, trying to keep her eyes focused. "Sorry," she blurted, "It's just that I had a - a run in with Peeves - and - well..." She shrugged helplessly, still staring at the floor. "S- sorry."
"You should know," the man continued on as though she hadn't spoken, "I, unlike some, do not allow my students to be late and still expect to pass my class. As it is," his lips turned downward, "the Headmaster has made a case for you, as you will be required to take your O.W.L's this year. I am therefore required to 'let it slide'. But only this once. If you're late again, points will be deducted from your, ah, *current* house, with detention. Do I make myself clear Miss...?" Kit knew he expected her to answer with a surname. She struggled to keep her eyes steady on the ground. "Kit." she answered softly, inwardly wincing.
"I expect your surname, girl." Well, that's too bad for you, seeing I don't have one! At least, that's what she would have liked to say, followed by a dramatic glare and whirling to stalk out of the class, head held high, all eyes watching her in awe as she left...
Instead, she shrugged once more. "I- I don't have one."
The teacher's eyes flashed. "Speak up," he sneered, "and look at me when I'm talking to you, even though I know your shoes must be dreadfully interesting." He said sarcastically. Kit obeyed and for a moment, her eyes sparked at the teacher, startling him. Her hands trembled as she struggled to hold their color.
"I don't have one." She announced clearly. Her eyes were bright, the class noticed. A few of the Ravenclaws nudged each other and began to whisper, but a look from the professor silenced them all.
"You are to address me as 'Sir' or 'Professor Snape', is that clear, Girl?" he sneered as he tossed out the last word.
"Yes. Sir." The girl said bitterly. Snape waved his hand in dismissal. "You may be seated."
Kit once again lowered her flaming eyes and walked stiffly over to where Hannah Abbot was waving frantically.
"Oh, and see me after class." Professor Snape said. As he continued to talk, Kit scribbled down notes and thought. She hadn't really seen the Potions teacher all that clearly - her eyes had been unfocused as she tried to control them - but something about him had seemed familiar.
She couldn't dwell on this for long, for the whispers flying about the room were quite distracting; they were all about her, in the guise of discussing the current potion.
"Bet her mother never married -"
"- she's a brat? In the literal sense? I heard -"
"- think she's an orphan, true and -"
"Why doesn't she use her mother's name? Strange -"
"- wonder if she even had a mother -"
"What if she's fey?"
Suddenly, the Professor whirled and all talking of potions, Kit, or otherwise ceased.
"The next person to utter a word, unless it's 'Professor' or 'Sir' or the incantation for the final step of the potion will have fifty points deducted from their House." A blanket of silence settled over the class until the end of the lesson. All was silent except for the sound of quills and the occasional stirring.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
Chapter Three:: Hello
"See you in two weeks!" Ron hollered after her as she pushed into Potions class.
~*(())*~~*(())*~*(())*~~*(())*~*(())*~~*(())*~
Kit stumbled into Potions, the door banging off the wall loudly. Closing the door gently, she tried to catch her breath, aware of all the eyes upon her.
"Ah," said the hook nosed teacher softly, "the prodigal student." The class tittered and Kit felt her ears redden again. She stared at the floor, breathing slowly, trying to keep her eyes focused. "Sorry," she blurted, "It's just that I had a - a run in with Peeves - and - well..." She shrugged helplessly, still staring at the floor. "S- sorry."
"You should know," the man continued on as though she hadn't spoken, "I, unlike some, do not allow my students to be late and still expect to pass my class. As it is," his lips turned downward, "the Headmaster has made a case for you, as you will be required to take your O.W.L's this year. I am therefore required to 'let it slide'. But only this once. If you're late again, points will be deducted from your, ah, *current* house, with detention. Do I make myself clear Miss...?" Kit knew he expected her to answer with a surname. She struggled to keep her eyes steady on the ground. "Kit." she answered softly, inwardly wincing.
"I expect your surname, girl." Well, that's too bad for you, seeing I don't have one! At least, that's what she would have liked to say, followed by a dramatic glare and whirling to stalk out of the class, head held high, all eyes watching her in awe as she left...
Instead, she shrugged once more. "I- I don't have one."
The teacher's eyes flashed. "Speak up," he sneered, "and look at me when I'm talking to you, even though I know your shoes must be dreadfully interesting." He said sarcastically. Kit obeyed and for a moment, her eyes sparked at the teacher, startling him. Her hands trembled as she struggled to hold their color.
"I don't have one." She announced clearly. Her eyes were bright, the class noticed. A few of the Ravenclaws nudged each other and began to whisper, but a look from the professor silenced them all.
"You are to address me as 'Sir' or 'Professor Snape', is that clear, Girl?" he sneered as he tossed out the last word.
"Yes. Sir." The girl said bitterly. Snape waved his hand in dismissal. "You may be seated."
Kit once again lowered her flaming eyes and walked stiffly over to where Hannah Abbot was waving frantically.
"Oh, and see me after class." Professor Snape said. As he continued to talk, Kit scribbled down notes and thought. She hadn't really seen the Potions teacher all that clearly - her eyes had been unfocused as she tried to control them - but something about him had seemed familiar.
She couldn't dwell on this for long, for the whispers flying about the room were quite distracting; they were all about her, in the guise of discussing the current potion.
"Bet her mother never married -"
"- she's a brat? In the literal sense? I heard -"
"- think she's an orphan, true and -"
"Why doesn't she use her mother's name? Strange -"
"- wonder if she even had a mother -"
"What if she's fey?"
Suddenly, the Professor whirled and all talking of potions, Kit, or otherwise ceased.
"The next person to utter a word, unless it's 'Professor' or 'Sir' or the incantation for the final step of the potion will have fifty points deducted from their House." A blanket of silence settled over the class until the end of the lesson. All was silent except for the sound of quills and the occasional stirring.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~