Chapter 2 is finally finished. It didn't take me long to write, I just kind of forgot about it for a while. It isn't the best piece I've ever written, but hopefully the story will evolve more in the next chapter. I'd be grateful if you'd take time a review when your finished reading.
"No he most defiantly did not."
"Yes he did!"
"Victoria, I'm tired of your lies. That magical Margus guy didn't succeed on hypnotizing me, and that's the bottom line! End of discussion."
"My dear Quintessa. I know you don't want to believe it, trust me I wouldn't either. I mean, you were just about to make love right there on the stage with that bat. But it's the truth."
Quintessa Sinistra sat down on the edge of her bed. She looked up at her colleague and best friend, Victoria Vector, through her glasses.
"Do you swear?"
"I swear, Quinny darling."
"So, let's say I believe you. What does it matter? I was hypnotized. It's not like I wanted it to happen."
Victoria giggled, starring at her feet.
"What is it Vicki?"
"Oh, nothing darling. I've got to go." Victoria hurried towards the doors leading down for the astronomy tower. She stopped in the door and looked at Quintessa. "Say hello to your lover for me." Before Quintessa could react Victoria had already closed the door behind her.
"Wench" Quintessa muttered for herself.
The rumors about Severus and Quintessa little hypnosis episode was all over the school. Severus had heard the story too of course. How could he avoid it when whenever he walked into a room several of students started giggling. Even some of the teachers. But Severus knew how to make the students stop laughing. And what better way then taking housepoints from them? Loads of them. Just his last Potion class Severus took 140 pints from Gryffindor, 90 from Ravenclaw, 75 from Hufflepuff and even 30 from Slytherin. And two lucky Gryffindors earned themselves detention with him for a week.
As the night came, Severus sat in his office correcting assignments. The two Gryffindors were there too, serving their detention. He made them clean the floor with only a toothbrush each. They had already been there for two hours when they heard somebody knock on the door. Severus was sat at his desk. He lifted his head slightly with his eyes fixed on the door. "Come in." The door opened slowly and the light from the torches outside lit up the gloomy office. What looked like a grow-up version of Hermione Granger (only with glasses) stood in the doorway. "Good evening Severus." Quintessa felt quite embarrassed, thinking about their last meeting. She looked down at him and attempted to smile, but failed. Severus starred back at her with emotionless eyes. "I am quite busy Professor Sinistra. Unless it's something important…" She spoke again, cutting him off. "Oh it is. Very much indeed." She stepped inside and closed the door behind her before she seated herself in a chair in front of his desk. Severus sat with his legs crossed, though you couldn't see it because of the table. He looked down on his papers again, slightly ignoring her appearance. "And what is this important matter you have to speak with me about?" Quintessa turned her head and noticed the two girls sitting on the floor. "Oh dears, why don't you run along now? I think I and professor Snape should discuss this urgent matter alone. " The girls started giggling as they got on the feet. "Yes professor." One of them answered. As they closed the door behind them Quintessa could hear the two of them laughing from the other side of the door as they ran down the hallway. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath before speaking again. "I wanted to talk with you concerning your last meeting." She paused, waiting for some sort of reply from him. After waiting a few seconds she realized she wasn't going to get one so she carried on. "It seems that the school thinks something happen that evening. That we actually were hypnotized, which is nonsense of course. I've been trying to tell Victoria, but she won't listen." Quintessa paused again. Her eyes scanned the room, whishing she were anywhere else but there that very moment. She cleared her throat again, looking back at him who still seemed to not be paying attention to her. "And if it did happen, so what? It's not like we wanted to. We were hypnotized. And…" "You can't just fall in love on command." Quintessa fell silent as Severus spoke. "Under hypnosis you can only fall in love if the feelings already are there." He looked up at her again. Quintessa looked like she was in shock. "Therefore.." He paused, looking down on his papers again, "It didn't happen." Quintessa didn't speak for a few minutes. They both sat looking at something else then each other, silent as the grave. Quintessa bit her lip. "Right." He lifted his eyes from the assignment to glance at her. "Are you certain?" She asked. "Yes." He answered, looking down once more. "But how can you..?" She began, but was cut off. "Because I would never even think about getting intimate with some lizard-looking wench." Quintessa dropped her yaw. How dear he? She quickly got on her feet and starred down at him with angry eyes. "At least it's better then a blood-drinking bat with a nose big enough to inhabit a whole country." She turned her back at him, walking towards the door with her heels smashing against the stone floor, echoing in the hallway outside as she opened the door. Without a good-bye she closed the door behind her. Severus could still hear her steps outside until they died away.
Thenext morning, neither Severus nor Quintessa were at breakfast. Instead, Quintessa was walking forwards and backwards in the astronomy tower, talking loudly to herself. "That bastard! Lizard-looking wench? Who does he think he's talking to?" The door opened and Quintessa froze. Victoria entered with a plate in her hands. "I thought you'd like some food since you decided not to join us at breakfast." She put down the plate with food on the desk by the window, seating herself on the chair next to it and preparing the meal. "Cheese or peanut butter?" She asked, looking up at Quintessa with a friendly smile. Quintessa let out a sigh and looked both depressed and angry. "Does he have to be a full-time bastard? I mean, nobody can be like that twentyfour-seven." Victoria continued to smiled, opening the peanut butter. Quintessa sank onto the bed and laid her hands in her lap. "I just want to…" She raised her hands and acted like she was strangling someone. Victoria sat down beside her and handed her a slice with peanut butter on and a glass of milk. "Calm down. Here, eat some." Quintessa accepted, though not fully enthusiastic. She took a small bit. "Thanks." A few pieces of bread fell out of her mouth as she spoke, making Victoria laugh. Quintessa couldn't help smiling herself. "There you go." Victoria said, pattering Quintessa on the back. "Forget about that overgrown bat. He just wants your attention, that's all." Quintessa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, likely. He told me you'd already had be slightly in love to act like it in hypnosis." Victoria nodded. "And therefore it didn't happen." Quintessa took another bite of her slice. "But it did! I was there. I witnessed it all. I saw how madly in love you were, holding each other close and your lips only centimeters form each others." Victoria looked at Quintessa with a flirting look. "I think I'm going to be sick." Quintessa answered, looking away. Victoria laughed again. "You know what it means don't you?" Quintessa turned back to Victoria, looking confused. "Not only does he have feelings for you, but you have feelings for him too." Victoria smiled ever wider. "Why didn't tell me? I thought we were best friends." Quintessa continued to remain in silence, looking more confused then ever. "Me? In love with that… creature?" She stuttered. "No, no, no. I'd rather prefer Madeye Moody." Victoria laughed lightly. "If you say so." She said, picking up the plate again and walking out the door, smiling at Quintessa before disappearing down the stairs. Quintessa sat on edge of the bed with a slice of bread in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Could it be true? Did she really have feelings for him? A mere shadow of man. A creature of the night. And not least; former deaths eather. No! Of course not. She shook her head. Nonsense. There was no possible way she had feelings for a man who enjoyed punishing students and sending sarcastic remarks to his colleagues, and who were remarkably thin, paler then a corps, with a gigantic hawk nose and greasy shoulder-length hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Or was there?