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A/N According to more than one website, Adam was a warlock in "Bewitched" and a mortal in "Tabitha". For this fanfic, he's a mortal. It just works better that way. And all due respect to anyone who disagrees.

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They sat outside of the bathroom on a stone bench while Nina washed up and brushed her teeth. The air was chilly from all the stone construction and Tabitha pulled her wrap around herself more closely. For the first time it hit her just how cool the summer had been. Connecticut was in the middle of a killer heat wave, but England still felt like spring. She had kicked off her shoes because they pinched her feet, and sat with one leg crossed over the other. Snape sat next to her.

"Thanks for helping my friend. Her parents would have killed me if I brought her home completely trashed," Tabitha said.

Snape just raised his eyebrow at her.

"Say, is everything okay?" She said, briefly touching his arm. "You seem rather tense."

"I'm okay."

Tabitha nodded and leaned back against the wall. "Sheesh, I'm wiped out." She laughed a little. "What a night."

Indeed. What a night. She didn't know the half of it, Snape thought. He knew it would be nothing but trouble the moment Narcissa and Bella walked through his door. And now he was winding up the evening by making anti-alcohol potions for drunken brides. On impulse, he decided to ask her, "Perhaps you would enlighten me on something. What is it you witches see in muggle men?"

"Well, I don't know," she said, amazed and taken aback. "I know for myself it wasn't as if I looked for a muggle husband on purpose. The witches I know who married muggles, like myself, Mom, Nina, none of us went out looking for mortals on purpose. When you fall in love, a person's magical status doesn't matter. It's only another trait about them. I didn't care what Paul was when I first fell in love with him." She stood up and crossed her arms, a little embarrassed. She had never analyzed her feelings about love out loud to another person before and Snape just sat looking at her with an air of clinical detachment.

"Well, how about you?" She asked, hoping to turn the tables on him, "haven't you ever been in love?"

"I was asking about witches, Tabitha."

Tabitha threw her hands in the air. "Okay, I guess it's like this--when you fall in love, you just know it--you feel that whole "bolt of lightning" thing. Either it's there, or not." Her face changed, and she looked a little sad. "Magical status doesn't enter into it." She stood there, looking pensive, looking past him.

Snape felt a sudden pang of jealousy. The last time she had that expression was at Sirius' memorial service, when she spoke privately to Remus.

"You kissed Sirius, didn't you." As he said it, he was appalled at himself. He had always avoided jealousy over women, but the strain of the evening had brought it to the surface. And now, he couldn't take back his words.

She didn't seem offended, however, or even to notice his tone of voice. She looked at him and blushed before she sat down next to him, running her hand through her hair nervously. "The night he died, I tried to persuade him not to go to the Department of Mysteries, but he wouldn't listen. Before he left, he kissed me, the first and only time. I never saw him again in life."

That answer was simple and truthful, but it didn't really tell him what he wanted to know. So Sirius kissed her. No surprise there. Sirius had been popular with the ladies even back at Hogwarts, and Tabitha was thrown together with him in close quarters for several months. Snape wanted to know if she ever returned his feelings. However, he couldn't ask her.

Nina came out, cleaned up, but in her same clothes. Snape walked them to the edge of the Hogwarts grounds. Before they Disaparated, Nina took his hand and thanked him. "You are coming to the wedding? I look forward to seeing you there." Then she rose up on tiptoe kissed him on the cheek. Before he could recover from his astonishment, Tabitha, who was more reticent, gently squeezed his hand. Then, the witches Disaparated.

The wedding went off without a hitch. The bride was sober and quite beautiful in her attire, the groom looked appropriately happy. Tabitha and Severus sat in the same row as her parents, her brother and his date, a vapidly pretty muggle woman without a brain in her head, as they both quickly realized. Snape had met Samantha a few times at Grimmauld place and of course at the funeral, but this was the first time he had spent any time with Tabitha's father except for Mr. Stevens' funeral. He seemed like a nervous, high-strung person, but that could be allowed for--it must have been nerve wracking for any muggle to live around witches for nearly 30 years. Furthermore, having Endora for a mother-in-law would make anyone a nervous wreck, whether he was a wizard or a muggle.

He watched the ceremony, but his mind was wandering. He was brought back to attention when he heard a little sniff. He looked over at Tabitha, who was dabbing her eyes with a Kleenex, and watching the wedding intently. Great. If she started crying in earnest, he was stuck there. She looked at him with a little smile and whispered, "I'm fine. I always cry at weddings."

He saw her parents glance at each other, then Samantha smiled at her daughter and patted her hand. He remembered that less than a year ago Tabitha was a married woman. He wondered if she was thinking about her own wedding. He had a vague recollection from several years ago. Minerva McGonagall had gone to a family wedding in the US and had brought back pictures, but Snape had not bothered to look at them when she passed them around. That would have been Tabitha's wedding.

Tabitha's mind was in a whirl. She was ecstatic for Nina and Hank's happiness. She was feeling nostalgic for her own wedding. She was enjoying being back among her family and childhood friends again. But what she had said to Snape was the truth. She always did cry at weddings.

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