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Chapter Five: In Which More than a Cat is Disobedient
"Sylvia, you are forbidden to wander off into Snape's dungeon. Understand?"
The cat blinked and flicked her tail.
"I'm going to charm the door shut."
An ear twitched.
"And lock it the normal way."
A slight purr.
Celaene sighed and threw off her dressing gown, revealing the dark blue silk she liked. "Come here, kitty," she finally said. Sylvia hopped nimbly onto the bed, curling up on Celaene's chest like a small, fluffy, silver pillow.
"Severus…" she murmured. He gave her the sardonic smile that made her hate him.
"What is it, Sinistra?"
"Severus…" she reached out for him. He stepped back, still smiling. "Come here," she pleaded.
"Why?"
"Come here! I need you now!"
He simply watched her struggle to reach him. She couldn't do it. He was too far away. She ran after him but never got closer. He reached out a hand to her and she tried to grab it, but it slipped from her fingers like water. Then he turned his head, his hair fell in his face, and he was gone when she blinked.
Celaene woke up, sweating and gasping for air. She pushed Sylvia aside and walked over to her open window, leaning out of it and breathing in the cool night air, feeling empty and weak. She couldn't reach him. Why couldn't she reach him? She—
"No. Absolutely not," she told herself firmly, resuming her normal attitude. I hate him. I'll always hate him.
The moon was going down again; it was early morning. Yes, she could see where the sun would come up now. It was about five o'clock. There was time for some more sleep before breakfast. Celaene slipped between the cool cotton sheets, staring up into the darkness above her bed. She'd simply have to ignore the dreams, instruct her subconscious to mind its own business and leave her alone.
The rest of the night she slept without dreams, but without peace, and she woke up in the morning feeling no more rested or calm than she had after the dream.
"Celaene, you don't look well. Perhaps you should go see Poppy?"
Celaene looked up from her breakfast, staring distantly at Minerva and determinedly ignoring Snape.
"I… No, I just didn't sleep well last night. Bad dreams."
"Oh. Well, maybe you should ask Severus for a potion for that…"
"No."
Snape smirked at her from the other end of the table. She shot him a venomous look and turned back to Minerva. "I'm going into Hogsmeade tomorrow. Do you need anything?"
"Oh, yes, if it's no trouble, I could use another few quills."
"Sure." She looked down the table. "Anyone else need anything from Hogsmeade?"
Flitwick asked for a bar of Honeyduke's chocolate, ignoring the fact that he was diabetic, and Hagrid requested a bottle of Firewhiskey. When she passed Snape, he opened his mouth, but she said, "You can go yourself if you want something."
"As if I need anything from a woman who spends her time dreaming over stars and meditating to that Muggle music…"
She flicked her wand at him, setting his hair on fire, and flounced out of the room, unaware of the shrewd look Eleanor was giving her.