As it turned out, we weren't scheduled for detention with Professor Snape, but with Professor McGonagall. I had to wait all week for a chance to talk to him. During class, I couldn't help but stare. Sometimes I even caught him looking at me. He quickly looked away but his look of disappointment did not go unnoticed.
I wrote him a letter on Friday and gave it to him after class. I hoped that he might find cause to talk with me over the weekend. If I were mistaken in thinking that he did harbor some affection for me than he would have the weekend to avoid me.
What a long suffering week I spent dreaming of my dark prince. Perhaps I do sound like a love sick teenager, but I know, deep down, I am nothing of the sort. I suffer from an unbreakable affection and respect for the mind and body that are Professor Snape's.
I must wait for his answer now, though I know I won't sleep a wink this weekend until I hear from him.
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Well, that was so unbelievably short that I just have to give you two chapters today.
And I'm completely caught up on my review replies! Yay!