Snape looked up from his desk to see who dared interrupt him while he was working, and was surprised to see Airiala standing there doing her best not to look at him.

"What can I do for you Airiala?" he said in a calm and collected voice. Her blue eyes moved to his dark ones and he could almost see the fear behind them. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out what he had done to make her afraid of him.

"Harry asked me to deliver this to you," she said in a clam voice. It seemed only her eyes were betraying her fear and nervousness. He stood and circled the desk before standing directly in front of her.

She handed him the potion, nearly dropping it as his fingers accidentally brushed against her own. He lifted the bottle and glanced at the contents before looking back at the girl.

"You say Mr. Potter ask you to deliver this?"

"Yes."

"Did he tell you what it was?" he asked twirling the bottle in his hand. She shook her head.

"No, he only said that he was supposed to take it to you. Why?"

He opened the bottle and handed it to her. "Drink," he said in an almost demanding voice. Airiala raised an eyebrow at him as the fear melted from her eyes.

"Are you crazy? I'm not drinking something when I don't know what it is."

Snape rolled his eyes. "Trust me when I say that this particular item will do you no harm."

Airiala sighed as she glared at the bottle, almost willing it to fall from his hands and shatter on the floor. However, that didn't happen as she took the bottle from his hands and drank the mixture down.

Snape moved back to behind his desk and sat before motioning for her to do the same across from him.

"What did you just give me?"

"What do you think it was?' he asked crossing his arms across his chest. Airiala sat down before she answered.

"It tasted like water."

"What was it?"

"Veritaserum." Airiala's eyes widened as she moved to stand, but he was faster. He shouted a spell with his wand pointed at her. Ropes bound her to the chair keeping her tied to it.

She glared at him and he glared right back. "You have been avoiding me and now I will get the answers I want."

The wind began to pick up in the room. He almost smirked. She was back to normal now.

"Where did you get this potion?"

"Harry gave it to me in the library."

The wind picked up as her anger rose. He smirked at her, causing her anger to rise even more. He was enjoying this and it was pissing her off.

"Have you been avoiding me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I was embarrassed."

He raised an eyebrow at this. He wasn't expecting that answer. "Embarrassed?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I lost control of my powers."

"When?"

"The last time we spoke."

Snape stood and moved around the desk until he was directly in front of her. The wind seemed to get more violent as he moved.

"Why did you lose control of your powers?"

"You…" Airiala bit her lip, hard. She didn't want to answer any more questions. She could taste the metallic taste of her blood as she did her best not to answer him.

His eyes widened at her reaction. She was fighting the potion and currently winning. The wind had stopped as she began to focus all her energy on not answering him.

He noticed the blood running down her chin and realized she had drawn her own blood so as not to answer him. He quickly grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping the blood away.

"Show me the damage," he demanded, but Airiala shook her head defiantly. He gripped her chin tightly. "Show me." Again she shook her head.

The wind began to blow again, but not as strongly as before. In fact, this time it was more like a soft caress rather than a violent storm.

"I give you my word that I will not ask you any questions until after the Veritaserum has passed through your system," he said hoping to gain her trust.

Several seconds passed before she released her bottom lip. Snape pointed his want at it and muttered a quick healing spell. Seconds later, the pain disappeared. Another spell later and the blood was gone, leaving her as she was just minutes ago.

"There you go," he said with his fingers still holding her chin. His eyes moved from her lips to her eyes. "Any pain?"

"No, and you said no questions until…"

"I remember. I apologize for forgetting." He stood and moved around his desk to wait. He didn't release her from her bindings, but he didn't ask questions.

After what seemed like hours he spoke again. "The potion should have worn off by now. I am going to ask you a question and I don't want you to answer. That way we'll know for sure. Don't worry, it will be a question I already know that answer to," he said after witnessing her angry eyes. The anger receded as she calmed herself.

"Are you the wind elemental?"

Airiala didn't answer, as instructed. Finally she sighed. "I guess it has worn off."

"Indeed. Now are you going to answer my question regarding your powers?"

"Are you going to release me?"

Snape sighed before releasing the girl. She stood and twisted her body, glad to be free from the chair. "Thank you."

"Now my question…"

Airiala smirked. "No, I'm not going to answer you."

"You inconsiderate girl." Airiala's eyes rounded on him. The wind began to blow about the room.

"I am not inconsiderate."

"You care nothing for others, only yourself."

"Hello, Pot? You're black. If anyone in this room in inconsiderate, it's you."

Snape stood glaring at her. "How dare you!"

"How dare I?" You ungrateful bastard. You spend all your time worrying about other people's opinions of you."

"I could care less about what others say about me."

"That's rich! For the last few times we have spoken you have attempted to try and figure out what I said about you weeks ago. You don't care how I feel at all!"

Glass was crashing to the ground, papers were flying about the room, and Snape's robes were billowing around his body. Neither Snape or Airiala noticed or cared about what was going on around them. They were busy throwing insults at each other.

"Inconsiderate."

"Ungrateful."

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

"Rude."

"Arrogant."

"Pea-brained."

"Pompous ass."

This could have gone on forever, but eventually Airiala had enough. She turned and stormed to the door.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Away from you!" With that, she stepped out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Everything that had been flying through the air fell to the ground. The once immaculate office was now in shambles, but the owner was still just standing there in anger.

Airiala stormed across the field toward the lake. She was going to relax and let the moonlight calm her anger. The full moon shined down on her as she took a seat next to the water's edge.

It was calm and peaceful tonight and she wanted nothing more than to sit and relax as her anger melted away.

"That stupid man," she said to herself. "He just can't leave well enough alone."

"You won't have worry about that anymore."

The sound of another voice startled Airiala and as she turned to find the source of it, something hard smacked her on the back of her head, causing her to black out.

As she fell to ground with the darkness surrounding her, she heard someone laughing who sounded hauntingly familiar.