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Classic brown riding boots. Dark wash jeans. Crème colored blouse and a tastefully cut maroon pea coat. Hair out of her face and pulled back with a dark clip at the base of her neck. Angelina sized herself up in the oversized full length mirror that stood in the corner of her small bedroom. In spite of her numerous efforts to look refined and austere she just came off as a cute schoolgirl. Looking across the room to the small golden clock that was mounted on the wall, she decided that this would just have to do. Today was the day. It's now or never, Ange. She reached over and grabbed her small compact suitcase from her bed. Giving her room one last sweeping look, she exited for the last time. She walked from room to room, insuring that everything was in order, that there was nothing left. She had to make sure that nothing could potentially identify or incriminate her in the future, for she was certain that this place was likely to be searched after her departure. By the ministry and the death eaters. It was common knowledge that both sides were monitoring Dumbledore and anyone that remotely had anything to do with him. A quick flash of fear flew through her mind as she was uncomfortably reminded of the potential danger she was putting herself in. Banishing these troublesome thoughts, she brought her mind back to the task at hand. Satisfied, she opened her front door and was once again met with a fading sun. Closing the door with a quick snap behind her, she turned smartly on her heel and disappeared with a sharp crack.
Angelina once again marveled at her apparating skills as she found herself almost nose to nose with the impressive iron gate that marked the primary entrance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Taking a couple of steps back, she breathed in the heady scent of pine and indulged in the crisp, clean air. It feels exactly the same. The path leading up to the school was fringed on either side with soaring dark evergreen trees. Their trunks were huge and ancient and their boughs extended endlessly about them. The sky was a deep auburn with swirls of violet and burgundy. She lost herself in memories of happier days where her biggest problems were the daily stressors of being a Quidditch captain, or an abysmal grade on a Potions paper. It surely didn't feel like that all had happened less than four years ago. Spontaneous pick-up games of Quidditch played under the waning summer sun. Trips to Hogsmeade so bundled in clothing that movement was almost impossible. Lazy spring days spent with the twins, Katie, and Alicia under their favorite shade tree down at the edge of the lake. Her mind indulged in these memories of her closest friends. Contact had fallen off slightly over the years with Katie and Alicia, but the twins had remained as close as ever. These reminiscent thoughts were immediately shut out at the sight of a dark billowing shape striding powerfully toward her from the school.
A tiny gasp escaped her lips. She never for a second had the nerve to expect that Dumbledore himself would be the one to greet her, but she never in a thousand years thought that he would send Snape to come and collect her. However, that's exactly who it was.
A familiar feeling of dread filled her. Snape had never personally vicitimized her during her school years, of course, but he nonetheless still had the horrible reputation of being cold and unfairly hard on the Gryffindors. However, she was determined to hide her apprehension from him. She would be professional and friendly; after all, they were to be colleagues. She had given absolutely no thought to how her old professors would receive her, but then again, Snape was probably the only one that needed to be worried about. She watched as he stopped on the edge of the path and waved his wand in an elaborate figure eight. The old iron gates groaned in protest as they began to open inwardly. She quickly crossed the boundary and felt a quick rush of heat fall over her entire body and then dissipate. She had crossed the protective wards that undoubtedly encircled the entire school.
"Good Evening, Miss Johnson." He was looking at her with his signature indifference. Or was there a slight glimmer of amusement in his eyes? Ah, no matter, time to go, Ange.
"Good evening, Professor." She seemed to not be able to find anything else to say. Searching her mind frantically for something to discuss, she felt her heart begin to race and her palms begin to sweat. Say something about the weather! What weather? It's perfectly neutral out here tonight! Say something, you're being awkward as hell.
"Shall we proceed to the castle? Dumbledore wants to speak with you." His cool, calm voice brought her out of her nonverbal agitation. She shot a glance at him. He definitely looked amused now.
"Ahem, uh, yes, let's go." She awkwardly picked up her suitcase from where it had been sitting at her feet.
"No, no. Allow me." One more sweep of his wand and her suitcase soared gracefully out of her hands and levitated besides them. Oh, how she wished her hair wasn't up so she could hide her face. She thanked the heavens for her dark skin, for she surely would be burning a bright red right now. Following slightly behind him, she gave up on conversation completely and wondered at what in the world was making her feel so nervous in front of Severus Snape.