" 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...
It wasn't fair. Severus growled at the thought of being treated as a child. An older woman lecturing him as if she was a therapist. Spoon feeding him with words of wisdom. No, he wouldn't listen to her. Working with someone new not to mention with attitude brought a fist to the wall. It was her scent and eyes that drove him mad. The way she smiled at him with those curious eyes and batting eyelashes. Little miss perfect was getting under his skin fast and he didn't like it one bit.
How many times would he have to apologize to get a smile from Minerva? This had not been the first time she asked him to behave. So why did it feel different this time? The aching feeling of being attention wanted to grow on him. He wanted someone to notice him. Her. He hated that feeling.
Black boots stomped straight ahead just as his robes flow naturally. Finally, at last, he would receive relaxation. No children to acknowledge as well as no staff to fake being interested in. Along with that mouth of that captivating woman next door. That woman that makes his dam stomach turn directions. Looking at her made him almost smile but no. It wasn't going to happen nor will it ever will. They were opposites with different beliefs. How could he even be thinking such?
As he stands by his entry the sudden urge to examine his neighbors' door caught his attention. Stop it you foolish git, you will only hurt her more at the end. His sight carefully shifted towards the quiet room. The door of designs. It was simply pleasant to view. As he motions to the side of the wall a painting is established that caught him in a flash. His eyebrows furrowed. The painting held women with black hair and a baby moving in motion. A mother and her baby? The background held an ocean filled with water. Orange and red colors reflected off the flesh modeling the humans in company with golden skin.
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Severus brushed his fingers feeling the rigid texture that laid in front. It was exquisite but he didn't appreciate anything hanging with designs in the dungeons. Only the candles that light up the room. His hands found their way to dusty wood knocking firmly. Knuckles red from the furious hits hence the women inside did not bother to hear. Until at last, the door creaked thunderingly. Its strong squeal can be the only thing perceived throughout. His shape know filled in between her doors caught her attention. However, her back was still facing him.
Aurora didn't want to be the one who spoke first. He invited himself in therefore he should speak his business and be gone. That's what she wanted most.
Severus stared at her backside in silence. Her natural hair covered her upper back. Eyes cast down to what appears to be a book. It's becoming visible that the young woman wasn't actively going to run her mouth thus he took the first leap.
"It appears I've come across a certain item hanging on the dungeon walls." His hands clenched behind his back giving a professional conversation in the mix.
"All right." She mumbled without looking behind her.
His eyes glanced around her room for the second time this week. "Ms. Pierce I do not appreciate things being placed in my dungeons without seeking me out first." His harsh voice demanded an explanation.
