"Ms. Bulstrode," She hears from the front of the room.
There sits Professor Snape at his desk, his cold dark eyes surveying her.
"Sir," she said in a small voice. Suddenly her body which was perfectly okay a few moments ago, is far to large and awkward. She isn't good with words, and she could never tell him anyways, it would hurt to much.
"Sit down," Snape said.
"Yes, of course sir," She said and sat down carefully, gently on the chair as if she could easily break it, perhaps she could.
"Ms. Bulstrode do you have idea what career you want?" He asked calmly.
"Well errrm… I was thinking of doing something with Ancient Runes, Sir I'm good at that," she muttered into her chest, she's beginning to sweat underneath her robes.
"Ah, anything perhaps a bit less vague?" He asked.
"No sir," she said. "Sorry sir."
"That's regrettable Ms. Bulstrode, with grades like yours, I had hoped that you would picked something," He said, idly looking through her records on the desk.
She almost smiles at this, it's practically a compliment, she plucks up the courage to ask.
"Sir, I was wondering how are my Potions grades this year?"
"Well, since you asked," He pauses. "Awful, I expected more from you, especially after the private lessons I gave you last year."
"Will I be taking Potions next year?" She asked there is the merest hit of desperation in her voice, she has to have an excuse to see him, even if it in a classroom full of other students.
"No," he said shaking his head. "I doubt your can get the grade required for advanced Potions."
"Oh," she replies it feels as though a small dart had pierced her heart. She gets up to leave.
"One more thing," He said. "Sit down Ms. Bulstrode."
She gulped and took her seat.
"I know all about the stupid little schoolgirl crush you have on me," He said.
In her daydreams, he would kiss her at this point. He would tell her he loved too, but the sinking feeling inside tells her this isn't going to happen.
"Sir I-" She starts, trying to sound to sound lighthearted, but her face is coloring.
"I'm not blind Ms. Bulstrode," He said calmly. "Stop it, it's futile, it's distracting you from your schoolwork. And I'm sure you can see it's utterly pointless."
"Yes Professor Snape," Millicent said her voice is barely more then a whisper. "Can I go now?"
"Yes," Snape said.
Millicent left, she walked down the hallways, her face a blank mask. When she got to her empty room she broke down, crying silently into her pillow, her little bubble of hope burst.
Back in his office Snape shook his head and sighed. "Bloody hell, the first woman whose attracted to me in nearly twenty years and she's 15 years old and 16 stone."
