AN:Time for me to give my thanksies. Punurple, your review brightened my day. I did change the summary, if you noticed. What do you think now? I try to make them catching but sometimes it just doesn't happen for me. I'm a regular resident of the Twilight Zone. My life would be weird only if weird didn't happen. We shall see how Snape and Bridget progress. Catwoman99, you are about to see what Peeves is to do. Lioness78, SSDD, sis. Also, I realize that ink would likely not show up on black robes but for the sake of this part we will assume that the ink is very think and potent. Lovebugs, everyone!

Severus felt as though someone was watching him but when he turned around he did not see anyone. Passing the feeling off as paranoia brought about by Bridget, he went back to his work. His last class for the day had just ended. In all, the first day of classes had been trying, though the classes were not what had made it so. He ground his teeth as he thought about the insufferable woman upstairs. She had not only ruined his day, she had given him a very unpleasant outlook on the rest of the year. Yes, he was certain things would only get worse and he would have to suffer through countless annoyances.

Peeves moved throughout the classroom, careful not to bump into anything. He looked over some of the cauldrons and ingredients around the room. His eyes would have twinkled if they were visible. He moved behind Snape and picked up a bottle of pink invisible ink Snape had taken from a Hufflepuff. Peeves quickly, and lightly, used it on the back of Snape's robes. Snape could feel something and turned but never saw anything. As soon as Peeves was done, the poltergeist moved away. He needed something else to do to the professor. Across the classroom was a very heavy bookshelf with musty old books on it. Peeves knew just what to do. He took the books off the shelves and started throwing them at Snape's head.

Snape shot to his feet. "Peeves!" He was outraged. "Stop that this instant!" Snape moved around his desk and toward the poltergeist, who had made himself visible again. A rather large, old tome landed a nice blow to Snape's shoulder. Before Severus could get to Peeves, the Bloody Baron came floating in.

"Peeves!" The poltergeist threw the book in his hand then cowered behind Severus.

"I do good for Fidget! Fidget want me to!"

"Fidget?" Severus moved away from Peeves. "Who the hell is Fidget? Why the hell are either of you in here? Out!"

The Bloody Baron floated closer to Peeves, who danced away. "Fidget widget need a hand. Fidget widget had a plan. I bother the greasy, sniveling man."

Severus had no idea who Fidget was and why they would want Peeves to bother him, other than to irritate him. "Get out of here, Peeves!" The poltergeist stuck out his tongue before disappearing. Snape looked at the Baron, who was heading for the door. "Keep him out of here!" The Baron ignored him as he floated away. "Great." Snape looked around at all the books scattered across the room. He really hated Peeves. Still, to get him to take the chance of running into the Bloody Baron… Someone had pulled the poltergeist's strings, that was obvious. But, who was Fidget?

"Fidget!" Peeves called as he interrupted her seventh year class.

"Peeves, I have students to teach, and don't call me that." She glared at him. Remus did not like the look on the poltergeist's face.

"I did as requested. The greasy git's been bested." Peeves sung as he danced. "Aparecium you will at the evening meal." He cackled and rushed from the room.

"What did he do?" One of the students asked.

"That's a very good question." Remus eyed Bridget.

"It matters not as we will find out at some point. For now, we will stick to your lessons." She eyed the class, hiding how eager she was to see what Peeves was talking about.

The evening meal found Bridget sitting beside her mother eagerly awaiting the arrival of Snape. Peeves was behind the teachers dancing around and cackling. Minerva found his behavior extra odd. Toward the end of the meal Peeves moved closer to Severus, who did not like the attention of the poltergeist. "Haven't you caused me enough grief today?" He scowled at Peeves. Peeves grinned and danced over to Bridget.

"Aparecium, Fidget," he told the woman. Minerva eyed Peeves and Bridget.

"Bridget, what have you done?" She looked at her with her typical demanding gaze.

"Why do you automatically assume I have done something?" Bridget gazed back coolly.

Albus chuckled. "I see Peeves has not let your nickname drop."

Bridget glared at her father. "With no help from you, I'm sure." She turned back to her mother, not saying anything for a moment. "If you wish to know what Peeves has done, aparecium Snape."

Minerva narrowed her gaze before turning to Severus. "Severus would you be so kind as to come here." He looked toward them with a scowl. Eventually, he stood and approached them.

"Yes?" He hissed.

Minerva pointed her wand at Snape and said, "Aparecium." He scowled when nothing happened visibly. Peeves floated behind him cackling. "Turn around." Snape did so grudgingly. Minerva gasped slightly before standing angrily. Across Snape's back were many crude drawings of cats, dogs, and flowers in a very bright pink. The words 'I wuv my pwetties!' were barely readable. "My office. Both of you." She glared at Bridget and Severus. "Now!" She turned on her heal and stormed away. Bridget followed suit in a very similar manner. Snape glowered and followed as well but more slowly. Albus decided it would be best for him to oversee what was about to happen. Bridget and Severus were needed alive and well.

Minerva sat behind her desk scowling as they entered. She pointed to two seats before giving Albus a displeased look. "I can take care of this on my own."

"Yes, but can they take care of themselves." His eyes twinkled.

"You actually condone the way they have been behaving!" She gave him an angry, surprised look.

"Mother, really. There is no need for us to be here anymore than…"

"Enough!" Minerva's eyes bored into hers.

"I was not finished, Mother." Bridget glared back.

"I do not care. You and Severus are both going to act like civil adults, or I will give you detentions as though you were students, most unpleasant detentions."

"That is preposterous. We aren't students so I do not see how you plan to…"

"Severus, quiet!" Minerva glared at Albus pointedly. He only looked back. "Out, both of you. I don't want to see anymore displays like today, understood?" She pointed to the door. They left, going their own ways after giving one another death glares. As Albus started out the door, she stood. "Oh no, you are staying."

Albus turned at looked at her. "Oh, will I get a detention, too?" He grinned at her playfully.

"Don't," she warned. "You intended to allow them to continually snipe at each other and cause a commotion, did you not?"

He shrugged. "They would have gotten tired of it eventually or realized the other was not as bad as they perceived."

"You amaze me." She shook her head. "They are as bad as Potter and Malfoy, perhaps worse. They are not going to grow out of it!"

Albus walked over to her. "Bridget can take care of herself, and Severus needs someone to get some reaction out of him besides snarls and detention. She seems to put fire to the boy."

"You aren't!" She looked at him in pure horror. How could he consider it?

"Enough about them." He placed a hand to her cheek. "I can think of better things to use our minds for." He leaned down and claimed her lips. She fought him for a moment, not ready to give up the fight, but he eventually won her over. She kissed him back. They started out slow but soon the kiss was very passionate. She glared up at him when he pulled away. "That is most unfair. I was not finished with our…" He cut her off again. She did not refuse as she had the first time. She pulled her mouth from his. "Fine. Let's go to your rooms." His eyes twinkled with a fire she loved as he led her from her office.

Days passed, then weeks, and finally months. Halloween was upon them before they knew it. Bridget had become popular with the students that strived to be the best they could, even a few Slytherins liked her for she shared a couple Slytherin qualities. She and Snape had continued to fight and bother one another. Remus had pulled himself away from them in hopes of staying out of it. Minerva had repeatedly put her foot down, but nothing changed. Even Peeves was staying away from the two. Albus found it all entertaining, claiming it would all end soon enough. No one was very confident in his prediction. He also liked the extra need to distract Minerva. They had spent plenty of extra time in his bed.

The day before the Halloween banquet was long and aggravating for Bridget. Remus had been surprised she had made it through without losing her composure. She was more like her mother than he had given her credit. He had expected her to explode and give hell to many of the students, but she calmly and coolly took care of each and every situation.

"Only four more days, Bridget," he comforted her as she scowled at her desk. "You are the one who had them do the work."

"Yes, I am aware of that. I will continue to have them do it as well." She turned the scowl on him a moment before looking back at her desk. One day of oral reports down and four to go. She hoped she survived, especially when it came to the fifth year Slytherin and Gryffindor students. They seemed to like to try her patience the most.

"Is something else wrong?" She seemed extra quiet and troubled.

"No." She stood and started for the door. "I will see you after supper." Remus watched her go wondering what was bothering her. Usually, it did not take much but this seemed deeper than normal. Bridget also wondered what was bothering her. She had to figure it out before she went out with Remus as she had taken to accompanying him on the full moons in her animagus form. Remus had not fought her on it. He liked the company. Little did she know that perhaps her ill mood was to forewarn her.