The love story continues. In this chapter the contents of the note Clarabelle found will be reviled, some of the other characters will appear and Clarabelle's personality becomes more clearly. It is a little longer then Chapter 1, but hopefully a lot better.
A small breath of air ran across her cheek, cooling, yet softly. Her friendly eyes were fixed on the envelope in her hand. Clarabelle Sinistra. Her name was written with black inc. The handwriting was elegant and old fashion, and it didn't take long before she recognized it. It belonged to the most beloved headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. It wasn't the first time the headmaster had sent a note like this, always requesting different things of her. Still she wasn't to eager to open it. Usually when Dumbledore sent a note instead of coming personally it was either one of his jokes which were funny enough when you weren't a part of it, or it was a serious matter. Perhaps bad news. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second, holding her breath and opened the envelope. Her eyes opened again and they starred at the small piece of paper she held in her hand. It was a small blank white note, the one the envelope contained. For a moment she wrinkled her forehead, starring at the empty note.
Perhaps there was a deeper meaning behind it. Maybe it meant she could start all over, like with white sheets, a fresh start. Or perhaps she needed a vacation because she was so pale. She grinned, thinking Dumbledore would most likely never send her a note that meant she was too pale. Still smiling, she turned the note around and noticed more black writing on the back. It was the same handwriting. Clarabelle shook her head dejectedly with a silly smile across her face. "I know Venus," she looked at the black cat who now sat beside her in her bed on the pink silk bedding, "you don't have to look at e like that." She turned her attention back to the note, still a little dejected. Venus began to purr quietly as she began to read the note out loud:
"Dearest Clarabelle,
I request you come to my office today at 5 pm to discuss a school matter I wish to speak with you about.
Signed Albus Dumbledore"
Her sensual voice went silent as she finished reading the note. She read it again, not out loud this time. Hey eyes dropped down at Venus who was washing herself, still purring quietly. "Oh Venus, I wonder what it is this time. You remember last time don't you? When he wanted me to speak at the Christmas prom. Me, make a speech, and in front of all those people. Thank god Minerva volunteered to do it instead if me when I got sick." She laid a certain pressure on the last word.
She laid the note and the empty envelope on the table. She rose to her feet, 5'4 feet tall, stretching and making moaning sounds again. Once more the cold air streamed inside from the window crack. She stumbled over to the window and closed it. She gazed outside. It was just another rainy Monday morning, gloomy, cold and misty.
Breakfast was severed at 8 pm in the great hall as usual. Clarabelle who normally slept until at least 4 pm because of her night lessons, made her way down the stair heading towards the great hall. Her stomach screamed for food, echoing in the corridors.
As she turned around the corner she noticed a picture on the wall of a beautiful woman dressed in a dress from the Victoria time. She sat by the river, smiling and weaving at Clarabelle. She didn't seem to mind the attention at all. Before Clarabelle had time to smile back she bumped into a large obstacle and had a hard meeting with the stone floor. Her sky blue dress flapped like wings as she flew like a butterfly through the air. She landed on her back, legs in the air, her dress wide open and underwear viewable. The found of her body hit the floor was followed by a dark voice. "Bloody…" He didn't have the time to finish the sentence as he was swept off his feet. Clarabelle had grabbed his sleeve as she fell, causing him to fall too, and landing right on top of her. It took a few seconds before Clarabelle knew what had happened. She laid, back flat on the stony cold floor, looking up at none other then her so called crush, who lay on top of her, body between her legs, looking rather disturbed. Clarabelle felt a growing red color and warmth spread in her face, looking like a big tomato.
Snape on the other hand didn't seem embarrassed, only irritated. His big hawk nose was centimeters from hers, which would perhaps at another time be very romantic. But instead Severus rose to his feet, sneering as he always did. He straightened his robes, not even asking Clarabelle if she needed a hand. When she finally got on her feet he sent her one of his famous burning looks, filled with annoyance and irritation. His black eyes were like two big holes in his head. "Severus I so sorry, I didn't see you com…" She began but he cut her off. "Perhaps if you paid attention to where you walked instead of swarming around like a bee you would have. Need I remind you about your little accident last term?" His cold voice felt like stings in her skin, bitter and hateful. "I said I was sorry Severus, there's no need for that tone." "I shall stop using that tone when you stop acting like some foolish fourteen years old, and get yourself together." Clarabelle's stomach roared, echoing in the corridors. "I shall get right on it after taming the beast." She said, pattering herself on the stomach, smiling friendly at Snape though it wasn't returned. And without another word he disappeared around the corner, his black cloak floating behind him.
Hmm... Severus is perhaps not quite himself yet, but he will come strong back later. I promise you that! Please review!