REVISED 1/6/13.

Kirsten Carlisle strolled down the corridor towards Professor Lupin's room after dinner one evening for detention. Lupin practically saved her ass from having it with McGonagall again, after she was late to the woman's class. As Kirsten walked into the room, she immediately backed out and began to walk down the corridor once more.

"Carlisle, get back in here at once, or I will deduct points!" a voice called out from the room. She internally swore.

The grey eyed witch reluctantly walked back inside the room and looked in the direction of the greasy haired man glaring right at her.

"Why are you here?" she asked, leaning on one leg.

"Lupin is not feeling well, Carlisle, now come here," Snape ordered. Kirsten mentally cursed at herself, remembering it was the full moon.

"Umm… I think Professor McGonagall wanted me to serve detention with her," she told the potions master, trying to back out of the door once again.

"Nice try, Carlisle. Now sit down," Snape commanded. The grey eyed witch begrudgingly came back in the room. Snape's tall figure stood in front of her, blocking her from viewing anything else.

"Now it appears to be that he did not leave any note for the detention he wants done so I suppose that you will be coming down to my classroom," he said, striding past Kirsten. The professor and student made their way down to the dungeons and inside his classroom.

Kirsten was grateful the man returned to his usual menacing and loathing glares whenever she was around. She remembered the furious rage in his eyes the night Black tried to break into Gryffindor Tower. She wondered what caused Snape to react that way, but shook her head. Kirsten was curious, but not that curious. Especially when she happened to be serving detention under Snape.

"Carlisle, I want you to scrub all the cauldrons, without magic," he told Kirsten, waving his hand over in one direction. Kirsten's eyes followed the direction he was pointing at only to see a stack of cauldrons looking dirtier than ever. What was that spell Hermione told me about…Scourgify?

"Give me your wand."

"I don't have it with me," Kirsten told him, hoping he wouldn't see through her lie.

"Don't lie to me, Carlisle, or I will make you serve a week's worth of detention." Kirsten sighed and dug through her robe pocket and pulled it out. Handing her ticket to a fast freedom, Kirsten eyed the dirty cauldrons once again before watching Snape pocket her wand. The potions master waved his own wand, producing a bucket of soapy water and a sponge before heading over to his desk to grade a stack of ungraded essays. And half of those are probably mine.

The grey eyed witch groaned loudly as she walked towards the cauldrons. Probably told his class to leave their cauldrons dirtier than usual. Kirsten grabbed a hold of the sponge and began to scrub the cauldrons, accustomed to this sort of punishment courtesy of Blake Orphanage. After mindlessly scrubbing more than half the cauldrons, Kirsten looked up as footsteps came from the corridors.

A platinum blond head of hair walked through the door, the white sling still on his arm.

"Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall told me she wanted to talk with you," the Slytherin said. The Slytherin Head of House nodded his head before looking at Kirsten.

"Very, well. Carlisle, if you even think about leaving this room till those cauldrons are clean, then you will be spending a week of detention with me," Snape said. His attention was back at Malfoy in a second. "Draco, watch Miss Carlisle." He left the room; his robes billowing behind him.

"So Carlisle, how long have you been in here scrubbing these cauldrons? Of course that one over there is Montague's, nasty isn't it?" Malfoy drawled pointing to the nastiest, dirtiest and last cauldron. What did Snape make them brew?

Kirsten didn't bother to look at Malfoy and instead, grabbed Montague's cauldron and began scrubbing.

"So you saw Black on Halloween night. Shame he didn't get his hands on you. I wanted to see what he would have done to you and the look on Potter's face."

"And why Harry's face?" Kirsten asked, curious to know why he would think that. She could already guess, causing a smirk to grace her lips.

"He's your boyfriend isn't he? Always did think it was that Weasley girl, though I guess he doesn't want anybody as poor as her," Malfoy said. Kirsten stopped scrubbing her cauldron.

"All you can come up with is to insult people's wealth?" Kirsten said, glaring at him. "I hope you know I'm worse off in that department than anyone at this school. Seriously, come up with new ones."

"Touched a spot, haven't I, Carlisle? Friends with the whole lot of them aren't you?" the blond sneered. Kirsten continued scrubbing her cauldron, after throwing a heated glare at Malfoy.

"Of course, I mean you haven't been as welcoming," she said. "And why do you care who I'm around?"

"It does matter who you hang around with Carlisle," Malfoy stated matter-of-factly. She raised an eyebrow at the blond standing before her. Part of her felt sorry for the boy, only to say that he was most likely raised this way. However, Kirsten deemed him responsible for his own actions. He didn't necessarily have to follow his family values. Hell, with everything Kirsten's been through, she didn't come up as some orphaned murdering psychopath.

"Really? And who told you that?" she asked, putting down the clean cauldron and looking up at him.

"My father," he retorted.

"Well, then your father is a complete ass," she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him. Kirsten watched Malfoy's eyes narrow at her words, and she didn't miss his hands flying towards his robe to retrieve his wand. In a matter of seconds, the tip of his wand was in front of her face.

"Furnuncular!"

Kirsten's eyes took in the tip of the wand vibrating and the light blue light forming. Before the light could even hit her, a rush of adrenaline kicked in Kirsten allowing her to move fluidly to the side; a light blue jet of light streaking passed where the grey eyed witch just sat. Her grey eyes were wide as she glanced up at Malfoy whose mouth was open as well. She could feel her heart beating uncontrollably in her chest.

What. Was. That?

"Carlisle! Malfoy! What is going on?"

Kirsten looked past the Slytherin to see Snape standing at the doorway with Professor McGonagall beside him.

"Carlisle insulted my father, and almost jinxed me," Malfoy said quickly, looking at Snape.

"That's complete bullshit," Kirsten said, staring back at the spot where Malfoy's hex hit and where she previously sat. "He actually tried to jinx me. He just failed at it."

"Carlisle! I will not tolerate profane language," Snape snapped coldly at the girl. The professor's black eyes were darting between Kirsten and Malfoy.

"Carlisle, what is going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked the Gryffindor.

"Malfoy was taunting me and when he realized he wasn't getting a reaction. He tried to jinx me," Kirsten told her Head of House, who then looked at Malfoy.

"Well, I guess Mister Malfoy, you will be joining me for detention tomorrow night," Professor McGonagall said.

"She insulted my father," Malfoy said, thinking it a good enough excuse for his actions.

"No excuses Mister Malfoy, my classroom tomorrow before dinner at six," Professor McGonagall said sternly. The woman's eyes then glanced in Kirsten's direction and the pile of cauldrons.

"Well, I guess Severus, that Miss Carlisle served her detention. I'll drop her off at Gryffindor Tower," she said, walking towards the door. Kirsten mentally did a happy dance as she lifted herself off the ground. She made her way over to Snape and stuck out her wand. Her grey eyes met his black eyes glaring at her through his greasy hair. As much contempt he held in his eyes for Kirsten, he handed her wand back to her.

Kirsten and McGonagall made their way down towards the Gryffindor common room.

"So, professor…next time, can I have detention with you?"

Professor McGonagall glimpsed down at the girl next to her as they walked down the corridor. She raised an eyebrow at the girl's question.

"And you're planning on having more detention?"

"Veritaserum," Kirsten said to the portrait of Sir Cadogan, who swung the open for her to enter.

"Well, when I have brilliant professors such as Snape and yourself," Kirsten said, smiling up at the woman, "there's no denying detention."

Before McGonagall could say another word to Kirsten, she ducked under the passage to enter the common room.

If only Kirsten had turned around, she would have witnessed the strict Transfigurations teacher smiling at her.

It was the next morning after breakfast when two redheaded twins wrapped their arms around Kirsten Carlisle's waist.

"Hey there Kia," Fred said.

"We haven't spoken to you in a while," George said, causing Kirsten to grin.

"I was just talking to you two at breakfast," she reminded them.

"Yes, but we've come to bring you the best of news," Fred told her, and she raised an eyebrow.

"And what would that be?"

"Dunno. Professor McGonagall wants to talk to you, but she didn't look that mad when she told us before we left from the hall," George reassured her. The twins left Kirsten standing in the corridor with Hermione.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you later, then," she told Hermione. "Save me a seat, will you?"

She made her way through the corridors to McGonagall's classroom to see a class of fifth Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

"Now I would like all of you to read chapter six, and when you're done, Diggory will pass out the chinchillas," Professor McGonagall instructed. She noticed Kirsten leaning against the doorframe and nodded for her to come in.

"I have been thinking since last night, Carlisle," Professor McGonagall said, "if you would want to join Lee Jordan to commentate the Quidditch matches from now on?"

The third year eyed the woman carefully. Obviously the woman

"Only to add joy to the hearts of others," the grey eyed witch replied automatically with a smile. "Who doesn't want to hear my lovely voice?"

McGonagall sighed before her and shook her head at Kirsten. The third year's eyes scoured the room until they connected with another pair of grey eyes. Cedric smiled at her from his seat and Kirsten returned the sincere gesture.

"Yes, and maybe you can help me handle Jordan," she heard McGonagall add. Kirsten turned to look at McGonagall.

"I look forward to it, Professor."

The third year walked along the corridor to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, with her excused note in hand. Just as she grasped the handle of the classroom door, her eyes spotted a jet black haired wizard running in a hurry from the opposite direction.

"And what's your excuse for not being in class?" she asked humorously.

"Wood," Harry replied. Kirsten nodded her head in understanding. Oliver has been stopping Harry every time he would see Harry to give him advice. She pulled the door open for them both and the two walked in at the same time.

"Sorry, I'm late Professor Lupin, I—"

Harry stopped midsentence and Kirsten groaned aloud.

"You've got to be kidding," she grumbled, frowning at Snape.

"I'm not ecstatic to see you either, Carlisle. This class started ten minutes ago. So I think ten points—"

"To Gryffindor for having an excused note," Kirsten interrupted Snape, waving the note Professor McGonagall gave her. He strode up to her and read the small bit of parchment. His eyes focused down at the witch, narrowing as usual.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for interrupting me while taking house points, Carlisle. Now, Potter I don't see your name on here, so that'll mean another ten points from Gryffindor. Both of you, sit down," he ordered the two Gryffindor. Kirsten moved to sit down next to Hermione.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked not moving.

"He says he is feeling too ill to teach today," Snape said with a twisted smile. "I believe I told you to sit down?"

Harry still didn't move.

"What's wrong with him?"

Snape's black eyes glittered with malicious intent.

"Nothing life-threatening," he replied as if he wished that it was. "Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit down again, it will be fifty." Harry walked slowly towards Ron, and sat next to him. Snape looked around at the rest of the class, his eyes no longer on Harry.

"As I was saying before Potter and Carlisle interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far—"

"Please, sir, we've done boggarts, Red Caps, kappas, and grindylows," Hermione said quickly, "and we're just about to start—"

"Be quiet," Snape said coldly. "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization." Kirsten made sure to keep her mouth shut. She didn't want to know how many points he would dock if she said what was on her mind.

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," Dean Thomas said boldly. Kirsten heard the murmur of agreement from the rest of the class, and she took a glance at Snape to see his facial expression more menacing than ever.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing you—I would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and grindylows. Today we shall discuss—" Kirsten watched him flick through the textbook to the very back.

"—werewolves," Snape says. Kirsten's grey eyes widened in Snape's direction.

He's got to be kidding.

She glanced at Hermione for a second before looking back at Snape.

"But, sir," Hermione said anxiously, "we're not supposed to do werewolves yet; we're due to start hinkypunks—"

"Miss Granger," Snape said in a deadly calm voice, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394." Kirsten glared at Snape. He would make it the first time she would have to crack open her book in class. "All of you! Now!"

"What an ass."

"Detention, Carlisle."