After the feast was over, and all the students were sorted into their house and sent to their common rooms. Fae walked down the dark hallways of the dungeon, but she wasn't alone as she heard footsteps following not too far behind her, Snape.

"So," She heard his monotonous voice from behind her as they walked. "Do you want to tell me what was up with that little stunt in the Great Hall?"

"It was nothing," Fae answered.

"Nothing?" Snape pressed. "Didn't seem like nothing by the way you were acting."

"I don't see why it's any concern of yours!" Fae hissed.

Snape reached out and grabbed the witch by her shoulder, stopping her. "It my concern, if you're going to faint for no reason," Snape said. "You are part of Hogwarts staff need I remind you. Dumbledore needs everyone at their best, considering what's happening right now. "

In an instant, Fae quickly turned around facing Snape narrowing her eyes at him. "Just keep your big nose out of my business. And I'll keep mine out of yours, just like you wanted," She brushed Snape's hand off of her. "Now, Leave me alone."

"Craft -" Fae opened the door to her room and walked in.

"Goodnight, Professor!" Fae shouted, angrily, as she slammed the door on Snape's face.

"Your fault!"

" No..., "

"Merula, is dead because of you."

"Stop...,"

"It shouldn't have been you, instead."

Crack! Fae could hear something break in her room. Then she felt a sharp prick as something bit her hand. She shot up from the bed. "OW!" She looked down to see that it was Dipper as she saw him still clamped to her hand. "Why you little -!"

Then she saw her owl screeching hysterically and looked to see that the widow had been shattered as the pieces were lying on the floor.

Fae got up and walked closer to the window, being careful not to step on the glass with her bare feet.

She turned to her owl and niffler. "Look what you did!" She scolded. Her owl and Dipper both gave her glares and puffed out their chests. They both gave her a "We didn't do it" look. Fae pinched the bridge of her nose. She pulled out her wand and casted a fixing spell on the window. "Reparo." The shards of glass flew back into play piece by piece, and the window was fixed as if it was never broken.

Fae looked back towards the two animals. "I don't have time for this, you two. I'm already-Wait, a minute, morning?" She paused for a second, looking out the window seeing the light of the sun shining in. Her eyes widen in recognition.

"I'M LATE!" Fae exclaimed.

She scrambled around pulling on her shirt and pants before putting on her robe. Fae quickly ran to the door opening it and ran out, leaving her two pets behind.

In the potions classroom, the students gathered sitting at the tables, chatting loudly. Suddenly, the door flung open, and it banged against the wall. Everyone immediately went silent, wide eyes staring at Snape as he strode into the classroom. He turned around and faced the students. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class, as such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making-"

"I'm here!" A voice called out. Snape paused, looking at Fae, the students watched as well, as she walked in. The witch hair was completely untidy as if she had just gotten out of bed. Her robes were mismatched, and she was wearing only one sock with her shoes. Some of the Slytherins, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle snickered as they covered their mouths with their hands.

"Ah, Craft," Snape sneered as Fae walked up. "How nice of you to finally show up."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, " Fae murmured. "Continue on with your session. I'll be over here doing nothing." She walked over and took a seat on the big table which was sitting in a corner.

Snape stared at her for a moment, before continuing. "However, for those select few, who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention,"

"Mr. Potter," Snape sneered. "Our new celebrity." Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle snickered as well as some of the other Slytherins.

"Tell me what would I get it I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape said, suddenly.

Fae looked at Harry to see that the boy was confused. He had no clue what Snape was talking about. Hermione raised her hand straight up into the air, eagerly waiting for Snape to call on her. He ignored her, looking only at Harry.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again, where would Mr. Potter look it I ask you to find me a bezoar?"

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

"And is the difference between monkshood and wolfs-bane?"

"I don't know, sir," Harry said, shaking his head. Hermione still had her hand raised up. Snape still ignored her.

His lips curled up as he sneered. "Pity, clearly, fame isn't everything, is it Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly, Hermione knows, seems a pity not to ask her," Harry said quietly. A few people laugh, including Fae. Harry glanced over at her. Snape, however, was not amused.

"Silence," He said, coldly.

He glanced over at Fae who was still laughing. She stopped when she saw him staring at her. Snape turned back towards Harry and walked over to him.

"Put your hand down, you silly girl," He snapped at Hermione.

"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the draught of living death, a bezoar is a stone taken from a stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons, as for monkshood and wolfs-bane, they are the same plant, which is known also known as aconite. Well, why aren't you all copying this down?"

There was a sudden rummaging of parchments and quills as the students quickly wrote. Over the noise, Harry heard Snape's voice.

"And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house, for your classmate's cheek," He looked up to see the professor glaring at him. Harry wanted to shrink down in his chair, embarrassed. He hated him. Harry knew that Snape hated him. He could tell by the way he was staring at him during the Sorting ceremony. Then he looked over at Fae who was staring at him, quietly with a apologetic look on her face. Who was that witch and why was she with Snape?

After the class ended, Snape shut the door as the last student ran out. Then he heard slow clapping behind him. "That was quite amusing," Fae laughed.

"Craft,..." Severus growled.

Fae looked at him with a mischievous grin. "I have to know, from a personal experience, do you get your kicks out of traumatizing and scaring little kids?" She asked. "That Longbottom kid looked like he was going to faint after you yelled at him for messing up the potion and melting his cauldron."

"Craft, you were late," Snape said. "Where were you?"

"Does it matter? I made it didn't I?" Fae asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know why Dumbledore was so insistent in hiring you. You're incompetent, irresponsible, rash,"

"Stop,"

"Childish,-"

"SHUT UP!" Fae roared.

Crack! Snape's eyes widen as he heard a sound from the widow behind the witch. He saw the cracks beginning to form growing bigger. Snape looked back towards Fae to see that her eyes were vibrant white as they glared back at him. Cautious, Snape stepped up to her slowly. "Craft," He said, quietly. "Calm down. Now."

"No!" Fae shouted. "I still have a lot to say. Your a cold heartless bastard who cares about nothing but himself. I don't know why I ever asked the Sorting Hat to place me in Slytherin. I hate myself for liking a jerk like you!"

The window shattered as it broke into a thousand pieces and fell to the floor. Instantaneously, many jars broke as well, shattering. Fae screamed. Her eyes widen as she looked around at the destruction of the classroom. Tables turned over, several ingredient jars broken, papers scattered about. She turned to look at the window to see it broken as well.

"I-I didn't do this, did I?" Fae asked, nervously.

"What do you think?" Snape retorted, sarcastically.

"It can't be," Fae said as she shook her head in disbelief. "Not again." There was no way she could have done this.

Snape gave her a confused look. "Again? This has happened before?" He sneered. "Craft, have you been having problems controlling your magic?"

Fae felt her cheeks burn as she blushed. "No!" She exclaimed, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, how do you explain this?!" Severus asked. "I suppose everything "just happened" on it's own?"

"I don't know," Fae said, shrugging her hands.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the young witch. "That's it," He said, as he grabbed Fae by her wrist. "I'm taking you to Dumbledore."

"No," Fae said as she struggled as she tried to break out of Severus grip on her wrist, but to no avail, it was too strong. "Let go of me, right now."

"Stop acting like a child!" Severus snapped.

"Let go, Snape!" Fae shouted.

"What is going on in here?" A voice called out.

Severus and Fae looked to see Dumbledore standing at the doorway of the classroom.

"Should I leave you two alone for a minute?" Dumbledore asked, with a twinkle in his eyes, smiling.

Severus and Fae looked at him confused then looked at each other to see that they were very close to each other then looked down to see that they were still holding each other's hands. They instantly let go and stepped away from each other. Dumbledore looked around seeing the state of the classroom.

"What happened here?" He asked.

"Ask her," Severus deadpanned, pointing towards Fae.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the two of them.

"In my office, now." He said, sternly. "The both of you."