" They Hate Each Other. "
" No, They Don't. Not Really. "
It all started with a young women named Aurora. There comes many courses of events as a Professor and Assistant meet again....
2 humans collide struggling to keep there emotions in tack.
Co...
Her slender french heels clicked actively along the hard grounds of the Hogwarts hallways. It felt refreshing being an adult in her old home. She was used to the uniform and flats type of bargain, but to be a woman in heels walking along the corridors, was mesmerizing. The smell of old books and wet grass filled her nose pleasantly. High moist halls surrounded the territory with such exquisite designs.... it was hard not to stare with ever so much love. Much happened between these walls.
As she formed her way to the dungeons a swift chill coated her body. It was vastly colder than anywhere else though it didn't come as much shock. She did have her old space here for the holidays. Many years ago young Aurora managed to convince Albus to let her stay during periods.
He of course had his worry's which she quickly dismissed any conflict that might have occurred back home. He was uneasy no doubt. Soon he decidedly approved upon her staying for so long that he gave her special treatment.
An extra room in the dungeons.
Of course, who could turn down such care? She wondered if the room was still available. As so, perhaps persuading Albus might be the way. She settled just in front of the Potions Master's door round-eyed forward.
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It was certainly a thick old door. Severus Snape, it registered. It didn't surprise her how worn down and filthy the area was.
It was just like the man.
Aurora decided not to enter without permission out of respect. Maybe he didn't deserve it but it was time to stop acting childish on her end. She was to be professional like everyone else. Maybe I can have a little fun.
Turning on her heels she stands across the door folding her arms. Her back against the cold dungeon walls. Silently waiting was not her cup of tea, nevertheless, it needed to be done. While ready for use she had many thoughts in the back of her mind. How could this Professor and assistant association work exactly? Both adults obviously cannot handle being with one another.
The man was confusing. The first encounter appeared at her house which didn't turn out too well. Shortly after visiting Luna, he seemed almost tolerable. For Merlin's sake, Severus was watching her play the piano?! Lastly, you cannot disremember, he watched her dance. Regardless, know he was like a light switch. Avoided any kind of conversation except to mock. It wasn't a pleasant feeling being propelled around primarily when the class hasn't even started yet.
Aurora rubbed her temples feeling a migraine reaching in fast. While gazing straight at the letters formed on the wooden doors she heard faint footsteps approaching. She realized it was Severus awaited by his dramatic performance.
His robes flowed around so prescient, she didn't have to look. He was shocked to see her silently present with her legs crossed, arms folded, and an emotionless face staring at the front not daring to look at him. He knew she was upset and a part of him deep inside felt almost guilty for the way he treated her. He cleared his throat as a sign of acknowledgment. She didn't move an inch. Cursing himself on the inside he lightly tapped his foot.
