--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter 3: The Dark Lord Calls
Severus sat in his usual chair, closest to the door, and tuned out completely, as he usual did at these staff meetings. Albus would stand up and make the usual announcements about new staff, the new year, and changes to schedules and, of course, the 'boy-who-bloody-lived-to-piss-me-off.
What amazed Severus the most was the fact that Albus didn't even notice that most of the other professors had also tuned out, and become oblivious to anything said
He sighed inwardly when he noticed, according to the clock, there was still twenty minutes left of the meeting. He looked around subtly, looking for something to occupy his mind with. And, as was expected, he found him self starring at Minerva.
He watched her as she listened intently to every word that Albus said. He felt another stab of envy at the innocent action. He didn't even know why he was jealous. 'Sure, she listens to everything he says, but does she blush when he opens the door for her?' asked the little voice in his head. He felt very smug at that thought, but instantly felt foolish for it as he realised that he didn't even know if she liked him in that way. 'Of course you don't know, you fool!' retorted the same little voice. 'You're too cowardly to ask and tell her how you feel! Huh, and you call your self a Slytherin, anyone could mistaken you for a Huffelpuff'
He sighed at this, realising that the voice's outburst was true. He really should just pluck up the courage and tell her how he felt, after all, Slytherins were not cowards. But the very thought of telling her, of swallowing his dignity and admitting that the great Slytherin bat of the dungeon was in love with the head of the opposing house, tied his stomach in knots.
In what seemed like no time at all, as times seemed to pass quickly when Severus was taking part in his favourite hobby of 'McGonagall Watching', the meeting was over and he was free to return to his rooms. He was looking forward to finally being able relax before tomorrow, when he'd have to go back to teaching those dunderheads people actually had the nerve to call 'pupils.
Severus stood up and left as quickly as he could, stealing a quick glance of Minerva. He had wound through the corridors and down the steps to the dungeons when it happened; his forearm ignited in blistering pain, forcing him to kneel to stop him self from collapsing. Once the worse of the pain had passed, he pulled himself up unceremoniously, clutching onto the railing, before collecting himself as fast as possible. As soon as he had done this, he turned and went back the way he came to the headmasters office.
Not long after, Severus stood in front of the stone gargoyle and said the password. As soon as it started moving, he stepped onto it and started to climb them impatiently as the slowly spun. He marched purposely towards Albus' office when he reached the top of the stairs and knocked loudly. There was a moment silent before he heard the headmaster call him in.
"Headmaster, I'm afraid that the Dark Lor…" Severus started as he strode into the decorative office, before stopping himself when he spotted Minerva sitting in front of Albus.
"Ah, Severus, how pleasant to see you!" Said the headmaster sincerely, the ever present twinkle in his eye still there.
"What was it that you were saying about the Dark Lord?" asked Minerva, a slight frown gracing her face.
"Yes well, erm, I was about to say that, unfortunately, he has just called for a meeting with his Death Eaters and I am expected to go as well." Replied Severus, a look of indifference on his face.
Minerva suddenly looked slightly worried while Albus' face took on a grave look. It slightly surprised Severus to see Minerva worried about this, but then again, this as the first time in a while he had been called.
"Very well, if you are prepared, then you may go. But make sure you report back to me with any new information you have"
Severus nodded and turned to leave when he felt someone grab hold of a sleeve of his robe. He turned and looked into the eyes of Minerva. He could see a look on her face for him that he'd never seen before as she wished him good luck and to be careful. He wasn't entirely sure what that look was, but it appeared to be concern… He scoffed at this thought. She couldn't possibly care for me, she probably just doesn't want the order to lose it's only spy within Voldemort's ranks. He carried on walking towards the appiration point, hoping that one day she would harbour feelings of concern for him, not just his role within the order.
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A/N: This is my third chapter! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, my writers block seems to have stuck with me. But still, hope you enjoy this new chapter!
I'd like to thank my first Beta, Katy, for going through this chapter with me. I expect that my grammar and spelling will be a lot better from now on :-D
Fatalkaiser- Here's where it goes from there. And I'm sorry I didn't update sooner.
Roxie- Thanks! Don't worry about many more mistakes, seeing as I have Katy Belben as my Beta now lol
Leta McGotor- Sorry, didn't mean to say so much. I just got a bit carried away lol Right. That's how I think his mind works, I think he'd have quite a sharp wit about him I'm sorry I updated quite late, like I've said, writers block seems to want to sick with me By the way, you are welcome. It was a pleasure reading your stories :-D
Cecelle- Maybe, maybe not. Don't really want to give too much away this early hehe