1120: I Love Snape - Amelia Garrett
TITLE: I Love Snape (This does not bode well.)
PERPETRATOR: adellle
SUE-O-METER:
(okay)
FULL NAME: Amelia Garrett
SPECIES: Human.
HAIR: Not described.
EYES: Not described.
MARKINGS: None described.
POSSESSIONS: " Jeans and a ‘University of Kansas’ sweatshirt."
ORIGIN: The McGonagall family.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She's McGonagall's niece, come to stay at Hogwarts. Her father thought magic was an abomination.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Not magic, that's for damn sure. Well, yet, anyway.
NOTES: It's not half bad. The thought of a nonmagic person in Hogwarts is an interesting one, to say the least, and the poor girl does have a lot of trouble with it. Unfortunately, it's only the second chapter and there's already quite a bit of the title coming into effect.
SAMPLE:So this was it. This was the famous wizardry school her mother had talked about; not often, but every so often, when the mood struck her.
Surprisingly, the great Hogwarts academy did not look at all as her mother had described it. In fact, it looked in partial ruin - stone and mortar falling; and scaffolding peeking out here and there like a skeleton beneath rotting skin.
Dark and ancient, with just a few dim lights glowing from deep within, the castle stood silhouetted against the night sky. A long drawbridge led across some type of murky moat, from the castle to the embankment on which they stood.
“My goodness, I thought it would be in better condition than this,” Amelia Garrett remarked to her companion, Professor Snape, as she studied the massive exterior.
“What are you talking about?” he replied sharply.
“It’s so run-down. Look…an entire section of tower is missing over there.” She pointed to the left. He did not bother looking. He only studied her as if she’d lost her mind.
“The school is in fine condition, Miss Garrett,” he answered. “I don’t understand…”
They approached the moat, and the toxic, putrid fumes made her nearly sick to her stomach - for about the fourth time that day.
It had been a horrible trip. The plane flight was bad enough - cramped and stuffy, as usual. But the bizarre express train out to the school was the true nightmare. Its roar was almost deafening, and the train seemed to fly around every turn and corner faster than the last. She fought off nausea from the very beginning, not helped by the large, red welt on her forehead that throbbed in pain - from several unsuccessful attempts at running toward and into a brick wall at the London railroad station.
Everything inside the train had been blurry and hazy; and she could not even look out of a window, because the scenery was so abstract, and so shaded, it made her even sicker.
“Did you hear me, Miss Garrett? The school is in fine shape. It’s you who are in deep trouble, I fear.”
She nodded uneasily.
“You were sick on the train, and you nearly got a concussion on the platform…it’s not going to be easy for you here.”
Rubbing her temple to try to ease the pain, she nodded. “I can see that.”
“I, myself, was completely against your coming, but no one listens to me.”
She sighed and they began to walk across the drawbridge. Suddenly, he grabbed her sleeve and pulled her toward himself, as her shoe was ripped off of her foot and disappeared beneath bubbling water.
“What on earth?” she cried, cringing at the new pain near her ankle. Something had either bitten her, or stung her - and it felt like three needles at once.
He shook his head. “Just one of the guard serpents. Good thing he didn’t snap off your foot. We’ll get you a bandage.”
She closed her eyes, hoping to wake up in her bed back in Topeka. Snape eyed her again, as if she were a different species.
“You didn’t see anything? He was as big as a python.”
She only frowned and rubbed her ankle, which was now bleeding. He scowled once again, but she wondered if he wanted to laugh.
“I didn’t see anything, professor, but thank you for pulling me back. And, I’m glad we’ll be working together.”
“Yes, I’m sure it will be wonderful.” He pulled open the door and they walked inside.
“Something’s wrong with her, Albus,” Snape complained to Professor Dumbledore, whom she noticed didn’t wear black from head to toe, later that evening at dinner.
Amelia sat to Snape’s immediate left and could hear every word, but he seemed quite content going on and on as if she were invisible.
“She was sick and dizzy on the train, and you can see the horrible knot on her forehead from the platform.”
Albus nodded absently and continued eating.
“She can’t see half the castle, and she didn’t even realize a sentry serpent was about to attack.”
“Excuse me, Professor Snape, but I’m not a witch,” she attempted. “My mother was, but she rarely used her powers.”
“Why not? She was Minerva’s sister?” Snape asked.
“My father thought magic was an abomination.”
Snape began to choke on a fork full of potato and had to take a minute to regain his composure. Albus cleared his own throat and gave Snape a warning look that Amelia missed.
“The loss of senses happens sometimes…in rare cases, Miss Garrett,” Albus offered gently. “Don’t worry about it. The death of your mother has caused you a lot of grief. We’re glad to have you as our guest. Just be careful. Things move, and there are ghosts and other beings you won’t be able to see, at least at first. Stay away from the forests and the halls after dark. Severus will advise you. He’s been with us a long time and has kept others out of harm’s way.”
Amelia smiled faintly, with a reluctant glance at Snape, just in time to catch his not-so-surprising look of distaste.
Albus continued. “As you know, we are assigning you to be Professor Snape’s assistant, for the time being. You have a science background, so I’m sure you can help him, and he has graciously offered to keep an eye on you.”
“I did nothing of the kind,” he protested.
“That’s very nice,” Amelia answered in spite of the protest, and Snape looked resentfully away.
Albus nodded. “Who knows? You may recover some of your power. With any luck, you’ll be able to see more things and do more things, as time goes on.”
She forced a smile. “That’s not really important to me, sir. It’s just good to be here.”
“Well, stick with Professor Snape. Do what he says and you’ll be fine.”
“I will.” She glanced back over at Snape and caught his eye just long enough to smile.
“We’ll be inseparable,” he replied icily and left the table.
PERPETRATOR: adellle
SUE-O-METER:
(okay)
FULL NAME: Amelia Garrett
SPECIES: Human.
HAIR: Not described.
EYES: Not described.
MARKINGS: None described.
POSSESSIONS: " Jeans and a ‘University of Kansas’ sweatshirt."
ORIGIN: The McGonagall family.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She's McGonagall's niece, come to stay at Hogwarts. Her father thought magic was an abomination.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Not magic, that's for damn sure. Well, yet, anyway.
NOTES: It's not half bad. The thought of a nonmagic person in Hogwarts is an interesting one, to say the least, and the poor girl does have a lot of trouble with it. Unfortunately, it's only the second chapter and there's already quite a bit of the title coming into effect.
SAMPLE:So this was it. This was the famous wizardry school her mother had talked about; not often, but every so often, when the mood struck her.
Surprisingly, the great Hogwarts academy did not look at all as her mother had described it. In fact, it looked in partial ruin - stone and mortar falling; and scaffolding peeking out here and there like a skeleton beneath rotting skin.
Dark and ancient, with just a few dim lights glowing from deep within, the castle stood silhouetted against the night sky. A long drawbridge led across some type of murky moat, from the castle to the embankment on which they stood.
“My goodness, I thought it would be in better condition than this,” Amelia Garrett remarked to her companion, Professor Snape, as she studied the massive exterior.
“What are you talking about?” he replied sharply.
“It’s so run-down. Look…an entire section of tower is missing over there.” She pointed to the left. He did not bother looking. He only studied her as if she’d lost her mind.
“The school is in fine condition, Miss Garrett,” he answered. “I don’t understand…”
They approached the moat, and the toxic, putrid fumes made her nearly sick to her stomach - for about the fourth time that day.
It had been a horrible trip. The plane flight was bad enough - cramped and stuffy, as usual. But the bizarre express train out to the school was the true nightmare. Its roar was almost deafening, and the train seemed to fly around every turn and corner faster than the last. She fought off nausea from the very beginning, not helped by the large, red welt on her forehead that throbbed in pain - from several unsuccessful attempts at running toward and into a brick wall at the London railroad station.
Everything inside the train had been blurry and hazy; and she could not even look out of a window, because the scenery was so abstract, and so shaded, it made her even sicker.
“Did you hear me, Miss Garrett? The school is in fine shape. It’s you who are in deep trouble, I fear.”
She nodded uneasily.
“You were sick on the train, and you nearly got a concussion on the platform…it’s not going to be easy for you here.”
Rubbing her temple to try to ease the pain, she nodded. “I can see that.”
“I, myself, was completely against your coming, but no one listens to me.”
She sighed and they began to walk across the drawbridge. Suddenly, he grabbed her sleeve and pulled her toward himself, as her shoe was ripped off of her foot and disappeared beneath bubbling water.
“What on earth?” she cried, cringing at the new pain near her ankle. Something had either bitten her, or stung her - and it felt like three needles at once.
He shook his head. “Just one of the guard serpents. Good thing he didn’t snap off your foot. We’ll get you a bandage.”
She closed her eyes, hoping to wake up in her bed back in Topeka. Snape eyed her again, as if she were a different species.
“You didn’t see anything? He was as big as a python.”
She only frowned and rubbed her ankle, which was now bleeding. He scowled once again, but she wondered if he wanted to laugh.
“I didn’t see anything, professor, but thank you for pulling me back. And, I’m glad we’ll be working together.”
“Yes, I’m sure it will be wonderful.” He pulled open the door and they walked inside.
“Something’s wrong with her, Albus,” Snape complained to Professor Dumbledore, whom she noticed didn’t wear black from head to toe, later that evening at dinner.
Amelia sat to Snape’s immediate left and could hear every word, but he seemed quite content going on and on as if she were invisible.
“She was sick and dizzy on the train, and you can see the horrible knot on her forehead from the platform.”
Albus nodded absently and continued eating.
“She can’t see half the castle, and she didn’t even realize a sentry serpent was about to attack.”
“Excuse me, Professor Snape, but I’m not a witch,” she attempted. “My mother was, but she rarely used her powers.”
“Why not? She was Minerva’s sister?” Snape asked.
“My father thought magic was an abomination.”
Snape began to choke on a fork full of potato and had to take a minute to regain his composure. Albus cleared his own throat and gave Snape a warning look that Amelia missed.
“The loss of senses happens sometimes…in rare cases, Miss Garrett,” Albus offered gently. “Don’t worry about it. The death of your mother has caused you a lot of grief. We’re glad to have you as our guest. Just be careful. Things move, and there are ghosts and other beings you won’t be able to see, at least at first. Stay away from the forests and the halls after dark. Severus will advise you. He’s been with us a long time and has kept others out of harm’s way.”
Amelia smiled faintly, with a reluctant glance at Snape, just in time to catch his not-so-surprising look of distaste.
Albus continued. “As you know, we are assigning you to be Professor Snape’s assistant, for the time being. You have a science background, so I’m sure you can help him, and he has graciously offered to keep an eye on you.”
“I did nothing of the kind,” he protested.
“That’s very nice,” Amelia answered in spite of the protest, and Snape looked resentfully away.
Albus nodded. “Who knows? You may recover some of your power. With any luck, you’ll be able to see more things and do more things, as time goes on.”
She forced a smile. “That’s not really important to me, sir. It’s just good to be here.”
“Well, stick with Professor Snape. Do what he says and you’ll be fine.”
“I will.” She glanced back over at Snape and caught his eye just long enough to smile.
“We’ll be inseparable,” he replied icily and left the table.