Chapter Five – Bella and the Prince
Severus Snape strode his way to Slughorn's classroom. He needed to get his wand back in order to finish his revenge toward James Potter.
"Hey, Snivellus!"
Snape froze. How he hated that damn nickname! Surely, James Potter was behind him... But it couldn't be, because the voice had been a girl's.
He turned around slowly. Behind him, in the cold corridor, stood Bellatrix Black.
Bellatrix (or Bella, as her friends called her) was two years ahead of him. She was about to finish Hogwarts. She was a really pretty fellow Slytherin, which had made Snape fancy her some years back. But, on the other hand, she was a cousin of that blood traitor, Sirius Black, who had seemingly decided to turn to the good side and had been sorted into Gryffindor. And still, she was as decided and as inquisitive as her cousin. Snape loved that on her, maybe because he didn't have those qualities himself.
"What are you doing out here on the corridors?" Bellatrix asked. "You're not actually skiving classes, are you, Mr. I-get-the-best-grades-of-my-year-and-my-house?"
And then, he hated that from her.
"I might be," Snape answered simply. He didn't want Bellatrix to know that he had run off from class after being humiliated by his classmates. "What are you doing out, anyway?"
"Doing this, doing that. You know that I'm not very fond of classes... Where's your wand, Snivellus?"
Snape answered hastily. "I had a little incident with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hipstriker.
Bellatrix groaned. "I HATE that class. But, who knows. Maybe Hipstriker will do it more interesting this year."
"Well -er- I need to go..." said Snipe skivingly.
"All right then," replied Bellatrix. "Good luck retrieving your wand."
Snape, who had already started walking, stopped dead. "How did she...?"