Chapter 6

The weekend passed quickly, filled with students doing homework, studying and writing many essays. Thankfully (for most) it was now over, and classes were beginning.

Parvati and Catherine were walking together on their way to potions, talking about the events of Snape's last class.

"I cannot believe he hit you," Pavarti stated as they walked down a long flight of stairs, "And didn't get in trouble for it."

"Well, you've got to remember, that I did call him a git, and hit him back." Cate replied.

"True."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter, neither of us got in any trouble, so it's fine."

"You do know that you're basically famous for it."

"For hitting him?"

"For standing up to him. No one has ever stood up to him, we're all too scared. But you aren't."

"Yeah, but I know he's not going to punish me."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know." Catherine replied as they neared Snape's classroom. The two stopped talking as they walked passed him into the class. Cate felt his eyes burning into her as she took her seat. Snape slammed the door shut when he entered the room, walking up to the front.

"Turn to page three-hundred and forty-nine." He ordered. Around the class, books opened, and papers flipped around. Beside Catherine, Hermione muttered to herself.

"Truth potions?" Cate looked down at the text book infront of her. One side of the page held truth potions, it was page three-hundred and forty-eight. Three-forty-nine held information on how to reveal animaguses through potions.

"No Miss Granger, I said page three hundred and forty-nine." Severus replied cooly, "Take four sheets of notes on this subject. When you're done that, write up how to make the potion. That should take the remainder of the period." The class took out quills and parchment, and began to read and write.

Halfway through the class, Professor Snape looked up, and saw that Catherine's books were closed, off to the side of her desk. However, a single piece of parchment was still there, and she was scribbling away furiously. Snape stood up from his desk, walking down the aisle to her desk. Cate looked up as he stopped.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Step outside the room." Cate flipped her parchment over and followed him outside into the hall.

"What did I do this time?" She asked as he closed the door.

"Have you completed your assignment already?"

"Yes."

"What were you working on?" The young woman paused, she had been doing a write-up on work for The Order. Her thinking was rushed, trying to think of something that wouldn't get in her trouble . . . then . . . she remembered something. Severus was in The Order.

"I was doing some work for The Order." Catherine replied, looking up at him.

"How did you manage to get into there?"

"Mum." The look on Snape's face changed dramatically. A look no one had ever seen before was now there.

"Elena came with you?"'

"Yes. She's been here since late August."

"But that doesn't answer my question of how you got into The Order."

"That remains to be none of your business. Until you go back to The Order, you won't be told anything." Cate turned back to the door, her hand on the handle. "And I suggest you don't do that anytime soon. Mum's still pretty pissed off at you." She turned and entered the room, taking her seat once again. Snape walked past her, not sparing a glance. Hermione leaned over to Catherine.

"How did you finish so fast?" She asked.

"I've told you before, I'm a fast worker." Cate replied, turned away from the girl, flipped over her parchment, and continued writing. Every so often, for the remainder of class, Catherine would feel Severus's prying eyes upon her. She knew he was trying to figure everything out, and by the looks of it, he was having a hard time. Finally, the bell rang and the students filled out of the dungeons, heading for lunch, and then Defence Against the Dark Arts.

The lesson itself was rather boring, not even five minutes in, Pavarti slipped a piece of paper under the desk to Catherine. She unfolded it under her own desk.

'What did Snape do you when he pulled you out of Potions?' Cate picked up her quill, placing it to the parchment

'He told me that I should be using class time productively. I told him I had already completed the assignment and he told me to watch my back.' The young woman passed it back to her friend. Within a few seconds, Pavarti passed it back.

'Oh, okay. What are you doing after class? We should do something.'

'Professor McGonagall wanted to see me. Sorry, I'll be up in the Great Hall for dinner, or possibly before that.' Cate wrote, then passed it back to Pavarti. Pavarti wrote, then passed it back. Just as Cate wrapped her hand around the parchment, Professor Beckinsale's voice echoed throughout the room.

"Catherine, step outside the room please." He ordered. Cate stuffed the note into her back pocket, and followed him out of the class, closing the door behind her.

"Yes Professor?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"You were passing notes in my class?"

"Yes."

"May I see it?" Cate sighed, reached into her pocket, pulled out the note and handed it to the man. Beckinsale's eyes darted across the paper, he then handed it back to her. "Interesting." He commented.

"Oh yes, so much." Just after she replied, she felt Gabe's lips on hers. Catherine pulled away.

"What?" He asked.

"You're in the middle of teaching." She replied, then entered the classroom, once again, taking her seat.