Thanks for the reveiws. This story is set during the trio's years, so they'll show up soon.
Chapter II
Sasha soon returned and he had to help her back up on to the stool. She looked around as if she had never been in a wizard tavern before. He watched as she swirled her stool around.
"Do that long enough, you'll become dizzy and there won't be any need to eat anything." he muttered, stopping her. She smiled weakly and blushed.
"Sorry." she apologized, turning so she was facing the bar again. He nodded and turned back to the menu. She peeked over his shoulder.
"You still haven't decided on what you want?" she asked, leaning on her elbows. He shook his head.
:"I usually don't eat lunch." he replied, sitting it down on the bar. She sipped her drink and stretched. She looked bored and her yawning didn't help. He chuckled and shook his head.
"You don't have to get anything, if you don't want." she informed, looking up at him. He shrugged and leaned on his elbows as well. The bartender returned and laughed.
"There is no way denying you two are related." she commented, drying a glass. Sasha grinned and sat up straight. The bartender sat the glass down and put her hands on the bar.
"So have we decided what we want?" she asked.
"One bowl of ice cream." Professor Snape replied. She nodded.
"What flavor?" she asked again. He looked down at the little girl. She scartched her head as she thought.
"Strawberry." she chimed after a few minutes. He shook his head.
"There is one thing we don't have in common. I hate strawberry. Chocolate is my favorite." he muttered, when the baretender sat the bowl in front of her.
"I hate chocolate." the little girl replied.
He paid the bartender when she was finished. She followed behind him as they left. It had started to snow again. Soon, her cheeks were pink and so was her nose.
"Are you cold?" he asked, as they walked. She shook her head no and skipped to keep up with his long strides.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, watchign her bottom lip quiver. She shook her head again. She was stubborn and proud, just like him; and she liked potions. They would get along fine; he was already quite fond of her.
