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Chapter Four

"I can't believe Albus!" Severus ranted. "He keeps on reminding me about how disappointed he was in me because I didn't tell him I had a daughter until recently! When I tell him that I was struck with grief and that I DIDN'T WANT TO ACKNOWLAGE THAT I HAD A DAUGHTER, he just looks at me with . . . with . . . with those eyes of his!"

Severus continued to wail and whine (though he would never admit it) about Albus for another good half hour. Satirev wished she had stopped her father from seeing Headmaster; her father's wails were almost impossible to bear. Even so, she sat in a relaxed posture on the couch, despite the fact that she was groaning internally at every syllable that came out of her father's mouth. She had better stop his whining before she gave in to her urge to kill him.

"Father, are you quite done?" she drawled, unable to stop herself.

"Yes, of course," Severus replied, flustered, though regaining his composure. "Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"I want a private room."

Severus gawked. "I did not give you time for a private discussion so we could talk about private rooms!" Satirev's father was very . . . no . . . EXTREMELY annoyed.

"No. I was also wondering if I could just skip first, second, third, and four year Potions and just take fifth year and my O.W.L.s Next year I can take seventh year Potions and my N.E.W.T.s, and I can take 3 electives third year. That is, of course, if you agree."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Professor Snape no longer looked annoyed, though he was still a tad irritated.

"Quite, besides, I could always force you to tutor me during the weekends. I'll brew those boring healing potions for you in exchange, if you'd like."

"I'll see what I can do. Albus will take some persuading. I don't think he's too happy with me now." Severus look positively giddy about being able to get out of brewing those simple yet tiring and time consuming potions for Madame Pomfrey.

"Of course not. He probably hates you for keeping a secret as big as me from him for so long."

"True, true. Is that it?"

"One last thing. Henroy said…." Satirev began.

"Henroy?" Professor Snape questioned. "Who is he?"

"My instructor. You know, the one that's a hermit and lives who-knows-where."

"Him? What did he say?"

"He said that I shouldn't a wand, or else it'll disrupt my 'ability'. He said something about how it would cage my magic or something. I'm not too sure."

"The Malfoys would be disappointed if they heard you talk like a Muggle, with your 'somethings'." Severus teased.

"Fine!" Satirev growled, clearly annoyed. Her father, on the other hand, seemed pleased. "I believe Henroy mentioned that using a wand may cage my magic, and would therefore disrupt my ability. He advises I use wandless magic, and stay away from wands." "Happy?"

"No. I don't believe using wandless magic is s good idea. People would get suspicious and nosy. I haven't told Albus, and he would get even angrier. It is bad enough as it is. Just try to use a wand."

"I can try, but I can give no guarantees. If I murder my wand, it's not my fault." Satirev cautioned.

"You can't murder a wand," her father mentioned, dryly.

"I know. But I can still destroy it. Figure out a solution though. Henroy is usually right about things like this."

"I'll try to think something up, see you tomorrow."

Author's Note

I tried to make it seem like Satirev and her father were 'friends'. Most 'mysteries' will be solved in the 5th or 6th chapter, since I'll stick in background info.