'What is going on there?' rosemary thought.
"Hey, rose, isn't it bad for teachers and students to have… relationships?" Harry asked.
Madame Pomfrey cut in. "professor Snape is perfectly capable of speaking alone with his own student, especially on Christmas Eve."
Rosemary's hand flew to her mouth. "Crap! Christmas Eve! I can't believe I forgot!" she turned on her heel and sprinted from the room, Harry following.
"I forgot too!" he panted, trying to keep up with Rosemary.
As they reached the portrait of the fat lady, Rosemary said, "I have an order form for some Christmas presents Marie might like-" Rosemary touched her hand to the portrait, saying "pippin" to get it to open. The students stepped into the common room as Rosemary finished, "the presents could be from you, too, if you want."
"That would be totally awesome." Harry replied. "What is it though?"
"I'll bring it down…" Rosemary said as she ran up the girls' stairs. Once in her dorm room she frantically took two order forms out. One was for chocolate wands. She placed in the recipient box "Harry potter". She put that form in her pocket. She grabbed the one for Marie and sprinted down the stairs, missing a step and falling onto the floor onto her butt.
"Ungh…" Rosemary groaned as she stood. "Here's the one for Mars." She said, handing the form to Harry, who was bent over laughing. "Oh, shut up." Rosemary glared at Harry, rubbing her backside.
A/N – Mary: sorry this one's also short. … Ah, rosemary is so much like me… peaceful, caring,-
A/N – Victoria: -forgetful, clumsy…
A/N – Mary: oh, shut up.
X B X
"I seriously hope this magic block doesn't last long! I'm going to need my magic for classes." Marie complained, still gripping the older man's hand, tightening it every time she felt she would fall.
"I don't think it should last too long. Witches and wizards always get the occasional block; it should wear off in a few days." Explained Snape, pulling Marie a bit closer to him. Marie tensed up, and then relaxed a bit.
"Why did you want to go for a walk?" asked Marie, resting her head on his arm when they stopped.
"To give you this." He said, holding up his hand. Sitting in his palm was the most beautiful flower Marie had ever seen; it was pale pink and had a tint of dark purple to it. When he handed it to her, all Marie could do was gape in awe.
"Merry Christmas." He said, kissing the top of her ginger head.
"Thank you, sir! I got you a present, too, but it's in the common room. I'm sure it will appear at the foot of your bed tomorrow morning." She said, looking up into his soft black eyes. He chuckled, and she realized it sounded like a sweet bell ringing. 'Hmm, maybe I do… no! I do not fancy my professor!' Marie thought. 'First, my father would kill me, and second… isn't it illegal?'
"You're awfully quiet; would you like to go back to the hospital wing?" He asked after noticing she was making faces to herself.
"Uh… I guess. I was just running some things through my mind." She looked at the floor, face reddening. He smirked and started leading her back to the hospital wing.
X F X
Marie woke slowly, hoping her walk with Snape was a dream, and the flower didn't exist, but when she rolled over, there it was, the pale pink flower, sitting in a vase happily beside her bed. She sighed and looked at the foot of her bed. There was a mound of presents sitting there, waiting to be opened. On the top of the pile there was a brightly wrapped box of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans from Rose and Harry. Marie loved those. From Aberforth was a necklace with a silver letter 'M' hanging from the silver chain. Marie suspected that Rosemary got the same thing, but with an 'R', because Aberforth could never tell them apart. Nor could anyone, for that matter. Marie thought for a little while. 'Except, Harry could… and Severus… and Dumbledore.'
"Merry Christmas Marie! It's nice to see you up bright and early!" exclaimed Dumbledore as he walked through the double doorway, Marie smiled and placed her necklace on the nightstand next to her bed.
"Happy Christmas to you as well, sir." She answered just as brightly. for about three hours, she and Dumbledore chatted about various things, from Bertie Botts to liquorice wands to Christmas in the old days.
X B X
Severus had awoken that Christmas morning to a sweet chirping noise at the end of his mahogany bed. There was a tiny golden finch happily chirping in its cage. Attached to the bars of the cage was a note.
'Dear professor,
I couldn't think of what to get you, until I realized you love music. This little finch loves to sing, so I hope you like him.
See you in class,
Marie Doué
p.s. you have to name him.'
The man re-read the note at least ten times before looking at the bird again. It was staring at him, chirping softly.
"What shall I name you?" he wondered, examining the bird with soft eyes. He thought and thought, but could not think of a name for the life of him. The bird fluttered in the cage, leaning on a perch close enough to give the man an affectionate nip on his finger. 'I'll ask Marie what he should be called.' He decided as he began to get dressed. The bird began to sing, and before long, Severus was fully immersed, waltzing around his dark room without a care in the world. Only one thing was on his mind… her name was Marie Potter.
A/N – mary: why a finch, Victoria?
Victoria: Because I didn't wanna give him a parrot…