Disclaimer: Severus Snape and company all are the property of J.K. Rowling, I do not own the rights to him or his world in any way shape or form (I just like to play there). Rosemary Grene is an original character I created for ht epurpose of this recreational story, not to gain any sort of monetary compensation.
"Professor! Professor Snape!"
Severus did not pause or even break his stride, instead he continued making his way to his chambers, pointedly ignoring the voice chasing after him. The slap of feet against rough stone echoed off of the ancient hallways. A scant few seconds later, Rosemary caught up with him.
"Professor," she said, falling into step next to him. "I was wondering, perhaps, if I could have a moment of your time?"
"If you must," grumbled Severus.
"I know that most of the staff doesn't consider me to be a real instructor, but I think that I really will be able to help the students."
"If there is a point, I am missing it," intoned Severus. He descended the first flight of stairs that led to the dungeons, and Rosemary followed him. If she was hurt by his harsh tone, she betrayed no sign of it.
"When you have a moment, I would like to discuss with you your curriculum and teaching methods. While most of the subjects taught here at Hogwarts are very straightforward and easy to work with, I find that the potions-making is such a unique blend of art and science that I personally find it quite difficult to tutor a student without first consulting the teacher."
Surprise slowed his pace from a brisk stride to a trot. He glanced at Rosemary, intrigued by her request.
"Potions-making is very delicate work—an exacting work. One false move could be deadly. If there is not a general aptitude toward such work, I find it very difficult for the student to improve."
Rosemary smiled at him amusedly. "All due, respect, professor, but let me worry about their improvement."
Finally, Severus stopped walking and turned to face her. Severus studied her carefully as he considered her request. Though in her early thirties, she had a youthful sparkle about her. Her eyes were large and round and full of innocence; their jade color was both remarkable and distinctive. Her lips were soft and full; her chestnut curls a thick curtain that tumbled down just past her shoulders.
"I will be free tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock."
"Wonderful! Thank you so much for your understanding, professor." She turned to leave, but stopped when Severus spoke again.
"You may call me Severus, if you wish," he said politely.
A shy look crept across her face. "Good night then…Severus," she said quietly.
"Good night."
Rosemary watched as he swept down the hallway, melting into the shadows as if he was a part of them. Humming to herself, she turned and headed toward her new office.
