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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.

They were sitting alone at the table when she saw someone who made her cringe; Jimmy Devlin, who was slimy and obnoxious and didn't know how to take no for an answer. He was the type of person who would attach himself to somebody at a dance or party and not leave them alone all night, and could not take a hint when he'd worn out his welcome. Tabitha had disliked him in high school and ever since. She thought quickly.

"Pull your chair closer to mine," she said quickly to Snape.

"What?"

"Close to mine, like this," she was tugging discreetly at his chair.

"Why?"

"Do it!" She insisted.

He did it.

"Now, put your arm around me. Good. Take my hand and tell me something and I'll pretend to laugh."

"When did you ever know me to tell jokes?"

She sighed. "Fine. Just act like we're in a deep conversation."

"What's going on here?"

"I'll explain later. Just help me out, will you?"

"Would you like me to kiss you while I'm at it?" He said, sarcastically.

"No," she muttered absently, eyes searching in the mirrored wall behind them for Jimmy's approach. "Not unless it's for real." Suddenly she stopped, horrified. She was aware that he had frozen, stunned--his hand around her fingers closed tightly and he didn't seem to be breathing. See what you get for drinking too many glasses of wine, and a champagne toast, she thought, and not watching your big, fat, mouth.

She lowered her face as she felt herself blush violently red. After a long moment she felt his fingers on her shoulder brushing her hair back as he moved in to say something.

They were interrupted when she heard a familiar oily voice saying, "Hey you two, get a room!" Followed by raucous laughter.

Tabitha, torn between mortification at what she'd said to Severus and an intense desire to get rid of Jimmy, muttered quietly enough so only Snape could hear, "I'll say hi, then you get rid of him." Her mouth was dry and her voice was shaky. She opened her eyes again and turned to nod curtly at Jimmy and say, "Hello."

As soon as Jimmy started to sit down, Snape said quickly, "If you'd excuse us." Then he turned his attention back to Tabitha.

Jimmy opened his mouth to make some stupid remark when the DJ announced the cake cutting. Jimmy hurried away to watch, and Tabitha stood up quickly, not looking at Snape and saying that they should go watch, too. He had no choice but to comply...

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It was after the wedding and they walked down the sidewalk of Grimmauld Place towards Number 12. It was slow going because Tabitha's feet were pinching in her strappy sandals. Their conversation had been stilted and awkward since the reception, and they frequently fell into uncomfortable silence. Tabitha had opened a can of worms, and they were both trying to talk about anything else.

Tabitha stopped suddenly and made an aggravated little noise. "Hold on," she said, "I can't walk another step and I don't care if I do wear a hole in my pantyhose."

She sat down on a stoop to unbuckle her sandals, which gave her an excuse not to look at Severus. She shivered as she felt a chill in the air.

"Tabitha, get up," Snape hissed.

She was unbuckling her second sandal, and she kicked it off and stood up. Then she saw them. Black, shadowy figures wafting around above the ground and drawing closer to where she was.

"Take out your wand and have it ready."

Hand shaking, she pulled out her wand and pointed it outward.

"Remember your training. Think of your most happy moment. And concentrate."

The dementors were swirling closer, and Tabitha was getting colder, and she fought to keep her dread at bay. Holding the wand with both hands, she concentrated on her happiest moment. She concentrated, harder and harder, blocking out all other considerations. She finally saw a white misty substance coming out of the end of her wand. She was also aware when Snape's wand did the same. The dementors were not able to penetrate the mist, and they finally retreated, leaving Tabitha shaking in the aftermath of the struggle.

She lowered her wand and turned to look for Snape. He was a few feet away from her, wand still raised. As if he sensed her looking at him, he turned in her direction. She was standing stock-still, with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face.

"A butterfly, Tabitha? Your Patronus is a butterfly?" He looked at her strangely, much the way Remus had looked at her.

"W-well, it could have been a chicken," she retorted, distraught and a little angry.

He thought she must be all right if she could crack jokes, but then she leaped at him, flinging her arms around his neck and shaking violently. Putting his arms around her awkwardly, he murmured something into her hair, and she could hear the click of the Put-outer as it snuffed the streetlamps. Fearful of being seen by muggles, he Aparated them into the house.

Tonks was coming down the stairs as they entered.

"What happened?" She asked.

"We were attacked by dementors just outside in the street."

"Well then, let's get her into the front room."

They sat Tabitha down on the sofa, where she put her hands over her face, rocking gently back and forth, but made no sound.

"Tabitha, drink this," said Tonks firmly, shoving a mug of hot chocolate at her. "Remus says chocolate is the best remedy for dementor attacks." She looked over at Snape, sitting next to Tabitha. "It's the only form of chocolate we have in the house. Tabitha tries really hard to only feed Sarah health food." Tonks rolled her eyes.

"I saw that face, Tonks," replied Tabitha, who had removed her hands from her face to hold the mug. She was still pale.

"Your first dementor attack is always the worst. The next time..."

"No. Don't talk to me about any 'next time'," Tabitha interrupted her. "It's real easy for you to talk about dementor attacks, but I'm not a trained Auror or a professor. I'm a DJ, and a housewife, for goodness sake."

Tabitha put a hand over her eyes and tried to slow her breathing. She didn't see Tonks and Snape exchange glances over her head.

"Tabitha Thurston, you are forgetting your training," Snape said sternly. "You seem to forget that you are also a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

She looked up at him then. What he said was true. She was trained, and they had successfully driven off the dementors. Furthermore, he didn't look at all frightened by what just happened. She felt a little bit of courage creep back into her.

"Tomorrow, Tabitha, lets go to the Burrow and talk to Molly--just girl talk," added Tonks.

Tabitha looked at Tonks and nodded. After all, Molly was a housewife too, and a valued member of the Order. That's what they would do.

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