She hadn't slept, all night she had been tossing and turning. Susan was home for the weekend, her nan was sick so Amanda had no one to talk to. Ok, that was slightly untrue but the fact was she had no one she wanted to talk to. Emotions of all sorts were running through her head and body, a sort of familiar longing, fear and rage, confusion and a touch of warmth. Turning over she clenched her pillow, what a day. So much good, bad, horrible and disaster. Suddenly it hit her. She was no longer a virgin, she could no longer walk down the aisle wearing white. What would her mother think of her? Her Father? Grief overwhelmed her and she started to cry.

As the first rays of sun broke through the window she pushed herself out of bed, breakfast would be served from 6 to 9.30 because it was Sunday and looking at the clock it showed that it was only 4.46 am. Letting out a sigh she went to the bathroom where she splashed cold water in her face, something to remove the tears and reduce the puffiness. Good lord she looked horrible. Sliding off her robe she suddenly caught a certain smell, something familiar but certainly not welcome. In a fit of disgust she flung her clothes in the laundry bin before turning on the shower, barely waiting for it to get warm she stepped in, suppressing a shriek as the cold water made her muscles spasm.

Rinsing off the soap for the 4th time she decided enough was enough before grabbing her towel and getting out. The clock showed 5.58 pm. Almost time for breakfast, why she was counting down she really didn't know, she certainly was not hungry but a cup of coffee would be more than welcome and she was almost certain that there would be no one at this time of the day. Clothed and with her hair pulled up in a bun she made her way to the Great Hall. No one was there, two ghosts were floating by the left wall, chatting merrily about something or not, the head table was empty… well, almost. The Potions Master was there.

Sitting down and reaching for a cup she felt a prickling at the back of her neck, like she was being watched and looking up at the Head Table she found Severus Snape looking at her. A curious look she had never seen him muster before. Did he know? Was it that obvious? … wait… the potion! Clasping her hand over her mouth she strangled a sob before jumping to her feet, knocking her cup over in the process, he smirked at her.

-No!-

Turning she ran out of the Great Hall, knowing she had done more damage to this whole matter now, even more than before. She was a fool!

"Mister Flint, a word if you please"

Marcus turned and looked at his Head of House.

"So Wood eh?"

"Excuse me?"

"There were certain ingredients missing from my personal stash and Higgs and Purcey both needed something special, which they asked me for, the rest I had added up to be for one specific potion"

"Ah…"

"Yes, 'Ahh' indeed – never thought you to be in need of such remedies"

"Not really a need, more persuasion… "

"I see and I know of course that you know that it's illegal, against wizardring law and such"

Marcus smirked at the older man

"Yes Sir … but of all people, I thought you to understand"

The Potions Master narrowed his eyes and glared at the younger man.

"I choose to take that as a reference to bending the rules"

"But of course Sir, exactly what I meant!"

"Right… what are you going to do with the rest of it?"

"Rest?"

"Yes, the ingredients were of such a quantity that there would have been enough for several if not multiple uses"

"Err…."

"Don't tell me you gave her it all!"

"Well… I thought that..!"

"No obviously you didn't think, Merlin's Beard!"

Severus Snape turned away from the boy in an angry move before heading back to his office, as he turned the corner for the dungeons he heard the youth call out to him.

"But what could happen?"

"Look it up!"

Marcus scoffed and started climbing the stairs to the library.