A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Dinner and a Show

"A wand, a stone, a cloak." The voice rang through the total wave of floating papers and books. The tower pulsated with magic, controlled by one force. In the middle of it all, a girl. Black hair mixing with that of white. The robes she wore bore the marks of a fourth year student at the Dermstrang Institute of Magic.

Her wand glowed as she listened. Intaking the intense knowledge around her by simply letting it float by her. "Simple objects at first." The voice spoke again. "But in reality, all relics start as simply that. Normal objects."

The girl turned her head. The large portrait at the back of the room smiled down on her. "So that's what started it all hmm? A hunt for power. A hunt to be the master of death. A hunt for the Deathly Hallows." The portrait tilted his head at her words. "The way you say it, makes it sound so simple my child." The portrait answered.

And the girl thought for a moment. The knowledge she was in taking. The things she had read. The forbidden spells and incantations. The lost artifacts from wars past. It all lead back to one thing. And yes. It was simple. Those without magic, those with, it's all the same thing.  "Power." She smiled.

"And what do you possess, my child? What will you take with you from these hallowed halls. What will motivate you my dear Thestral. While at Hogwarts?"

"The power of Grindelwald" and at that. The knowledge swirling about her, places themselves on shelves. On desks. In organized piles. And the dust that was once on them, clung to them once more. It was as if nothing was touched.

And she left.

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The clacking of heals was all but defining. Long, powerful strides were nothing but the natural of such bold creatures. This was a walk of defiance. A walk that was meant to make a statement. A walk that if done with even the slightest bit more of power, would surly cause the slit in the black dress to rip and cause even more of a scene.

She was beautiful. That was the only thought in the back of Severus' mind. The dress cut low in the back, showing off the tattoo that held within the planets in the wizards solar system. Hidden to muggles. It was low in the front. Showing off the sunflowers that painted her chest on both sides. Her hair was charmed to be black once more. The length still there as it took a more modern witch look. They dared to agree on a single white strand that curled down her face.

The makeup she did herself. Green in the lips and shadow of the eyes to match the emeralds that layed around her neck and off her ears. And black, to match the ring that symboled their bond in marriage. One, they both were rather proud of. She was a stunning Hufflepuff, in the arms and colors of a Slytherin prince. And she wore it well.

They didn't quite pay attention to the absolute scene they were making as they entered the great hall. They knew what would happen. Students would be in a mic of awe and surprise. The staff, well one Minerva McGonagall would think it was 'Highly Inapropiate'. And Dumbledore.

Dumbledore would smile. His eyes bright and cheerful. They were always at their brightest when he was hiding something.

Then he would clap. He would offer the sweet on his left side to her. And she wouldn't take it. She would prefer to sit with her husband at the end of the table. Where she planned to have a lovely mushroom soup. And indulge in conversation about nothing and everything. For she loved how his eyes sparkled tonight. She loved how there was pride in his eyes. And she loved how his hand never once left hers. He clung to her as she did him. Conjoined in a way. Stronger together.

When was the last time she had felt like this? Calm. Listened too. Appreciated. But not for her gifts or her status or her name. For just simply being there. For being herself. She felt wanted but not in the sense of she had something the other party wanted. She felt wanted in the sense that she was cherished. Loved. It was so odd.

She was listening to him talk about one of his childhood discoveries in potions. Professor Sinestra, the Astronomy Professor, was listening in as well. She was a dark creature, much like them. A like minded of sorts. Severus said something funny, and they all began to laugh. But one laugh was out of place. One didn't quite sound, real. One was coming from a pink clad witch.

Severus looked up first, and Viola's eyes followed. The witch had a smile on that was not genuine. But she couldn't hide it well like Dumbledore did. Hers was annoyed. Viola couldn't help but wonder, Where had she seen that smile before?

"Can I, help you?" Viola tilted her head. Not the proper greeting she was used to giving. She let the mask down a bit in her switch from comfortable dinner, to uncomfortable interruption. The pink witch loomed over them from the other side.of the table. Standing with perfect posture. "You're not an illegal are you?"

It was a question that pipped out her mouth with vigor and vinegar. A sickly sweet observation. Expecially after the greeting in the accent Viola held so dear to her.

Viola gripped her husband's hand tighter. And turned to slowly look at him in disbelief of what was happening. Process Sinestra stood quietly, and left them. As if confused and yet scared at the situation. Viola looked down the table. The eyes of the other teachers looked away, avoiding the situation. What was it about this pink nightmare that scared the others so. Or at least put them on edge.

"No." Severus answered for her. Slowly. And Viola looked back to him. A remeberance to act natural jolting through her like a static shock. She smiled up at the pink witch. Who didn't seem at all satisfied.

"So you are not a member of the Baba Yaga Association of Witches. And you are not from Romania?" The smile on the pink witch grew with every word. And Viola's eyebrows dipped in confusion. "I am, but what does that have to..?"

"So you are here illegally?" The witch inturuped her. And Viola looked to her husband.

Severus didn't have time for this. This witch, the new defence against the dark arts teacher. Was proving to be a pain in everyone's side. The ministry was interfering here at Hogwarts. And it made everyone's life a whole hell of a lot harder. And it's only been a few weeks. He simply stood. Took his beloved by the hand. And proceeded to make their way out. Of course, the witch in pink was not about to have that. She followed them through the side door of the great hall. Yelling at them the whole time.

Viola didn't really bother to listen. It was some rubbish about how the Ministry wants order. And how they were disrespecting the code of conduct. Or something like that. To which severus turned on his heal. A hand on the back of Viola's neck. And one that dipped to grab her thigh. And I'm a sudden motion, she was wrapped around him, kissing him deeply.

She only heard footsteps that stormed away from them.

When she was let go, she looked to her husband. "What.. was that?" She smiled. She looked at him, laughing a bit at the emerald lipstick smeared on his lips.

"Calming what is mine." He said cheekily.

Viola laughed. Taking off the heals she wore so she could be the hight she prefered to be be while next to him. And allowed him to lead her back to the dungeons. She was pleasantly exhausted. But knew, that witch in pink was going to become a bit of a problem. If not now, later.