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It's alright, you're forgiven. I feel the urge not to say much about the plot right now.

Thanks for reading though.

<3 Dee

I was mentally yelling the exact same thing as I wrote that chapter.

It IS mediocre though.

<3 Dee

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AN: Alright, this one, is kind of..."eh-alrightish"...but towards the end, I love it. But anyway...I dedicate this post to Snapesgrl for 1) Supplying me a lot of random words... 2) and because I used a couple of said words in this chapter.

Chapter 8


Severus was leading the levitated belongs down the moving staircases when he desperately cursed Dumbledore for not allowing any apparition in the school premises. Finally making it to the home stretch of the stairs that led down from the main floor to the dungeons, Severus let out a sigh, wondering if he was going to regret this.

Stopping at a spot near the end of the dungeon corridor, Severus let the floating trunk and owl cage drop to the stone dungeon floor. Seeing the lone suit of armor not far he counted the bricks, upon counting the ninth brick from the armor, Severus stepped forwards, placing the tip of his wand to the brick. A few seconds passed and the bricks began to break away, revealing a door. Slowly the man opened the door and flicked his wand at the belongings of his…new…friend of a friend. He watched as they moved themselves into the room before he slammed the door shut.

Meanwhile, Addison had just finished dressing herself in a pair of jeans with a long sleeved shirt. She had in the midst of anger forgotten to grab a pair of shoes or at least a pair of socks. She nicely folded her pajamas and left them in a neat stack on the towel shelf in place of the towel she had used to scrub her face red. Turning back to the row of sinks in the seventh floor corridor bathroom, Addison refused to touch the mess of pitch black hair that was on her head. Turning away from the mirror quickly before she could think of Marcus, she left the girl’s bathroom.

Addison made record time down to the kitchens. She kind of figured it had something to do with her stomach growling and giver her pains of hunger like she hadn’t eaten in a day. She blamed it all on the course of events, they had made her hungrier than normal.

Upon opening the door into the kitchens, Addison found Dumbledore dancing with a couple of house elves and singing something about Cupid and vampires. It wasn’t until the door closed, making a loud thud, that Dumbledore stopped. “Addison!” Dumbledore greeted clapping his hands. The house elves went back to what they had previously been doing before the dancing and singing. He waved her over to the table in the corner of the room. “Oh Tinly!” Albus called, looking around the kitchen for the house elf with a purple bow on her head.

Addison raised her eyebrows at her headmaster; she wasn’t for sure who Tinly could be, though she assumed it might be a house elf. Dumbledore just smiled back at her. “She should be around here somewhere.” He told her as an afterthought.
“Tinly hopes you’re not angry.” A squeaky voice uttered from the table. “Tinly was making Miss Eastwood’s bed.” She added on as she began to put a a light yellow table cloth down on the table.

“No worries. I do have one last thing Tinly, before you’re turned over to Addison for the rest of the summer holidays.” Dumbledore told the elf as he moved out the way so she could do her work.

“Anything.” The elf stated as she smoothed the invisible wrinkles out of the table down. “What can Tinly do for sir?” She asked.

“Go get Severus.” Albus told her, the elf nodded her head once, and then she was gone. “I hope he doesn’t resist too much.” Albus chuckled before he turned back to face Addison who was now narrowing her eyes at the old man.

“What do want him for?” She spat him. She felt just a tiny bit of guilt, she shouldn’t be acting like this towards someone who was trying to help her, and even help Snape, but right now she was still extremely angry with Snape.

“You and Severus are going to eat breakfast together.” Dumbledore told her. “Now sit down, Addison, I don’t think that Tinly will be much longer.” Dumbledore told her as he motioned to the closet chair to Addison.

“Breakfast?” She questioned. “You’ve got to be kidding me sir.” She said shaking her head, hoping she didn’t have to endure breakfast with her ‘guardian’.

“Yes, breakfast, or a very early brunch. However you look at it.” Albus told her patting her hand as she took a seat in her chair. “Addison.” He whispered. “I know Severus is rough around the edges, but he means well. He, he just doesn’t know how to care for someone other than himself. This is going to take a while for you both to get used to.” Dumbledore told her in a calm and serene voice.

The next moment, the door was thrown open, showing Tinly pulling Snaped into the kitchens by his hands. “Sir did not want to come with Tinly, but Tinly insisted on behalf of headmaster sir. He still did not want to come with Tinly, so Tinly had to drag sir down here to headmaster sir.” Tinly spoke as he continued to drag Severus to the corner table.

Albus gave a laugh and headed for the door. “We’ll be in touch.” He said to no one in particular as he disappeared through the kitchen door closing it behind him.

“Tinly will only ask once sir. Please sit.” The elf commanded, Severus rolled his eyes at the elf, only to be yanked down into the chair by the elf. “Now sir will sit there and make conversation with Miss Eastwood.” Tinly told Snape as she glared at Snape for a moment.