❝ STEPPING, I'M STOMPING, I'M ALL GONE. ❞ ☓ 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭
this book has been fully re-edited and its original name being "his destructive little wildfire" but as it was created in 2021 and was hor...
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rambunctious boys.
IT FELT LIKE THURSDAY WAS CLOSING IN ON HER, she hadn't understood the excitement surrounding the tournament. The way Dumbledore had warned them, it sounded more like a death wish than a prestigious event. While everyone else in the halls seemed jumpy and excited, she found nothing thrilling about it at all.
For Deleine, her focus remained squarely on her classes and coursework for the time being, unfazed by the tournament's looming presence. It was nearing midnight when she found herself standing outside Professor Snape's office, rapping on the heavy door. It took a good two minutes before Snape finally opened it, his expression unreadable as he peered out at her, unsure if he knew it was her or if he simply preferred solitude.
The man left the door ajar, allowing her to enter as he resumed his desk-bound tasks, sifting through paperwork. "What brings you here at this hour?" Snape's voice carried its usual monotone, focused more on his work than on her presence. Deleine pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him, observing as he graded assignments.
"You shouldn't be wandering the halls at this time," Snape remarked, his tone stern.
Deleine met his gaze evenly for a moment before dropping her facade and scoffing, "Don't start complaining. I've only just arrived."
Deleine found herself staring back at Snape, caught off guard by his directness. His stern demeanor didn't waver as he held onto a paper, seemingly suspended in midair, his attention now fully on her.
"Dumbledore has spoken to you about such behavior, hasn't he?" Snape inquired, his voice carrying its usual sharpness.
"Albus knows I wouldn't agree to anything he proposes, even if my life depended on it, Severus," Deleine retorted with a touch of sarcasm. Snape paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the familiarity of Dumbledore's and his own name being used so casually.
"You should not act or speak so recklessly," Snape cautioned.
"Sev—"
"Especially on school grounds, Deleine. You are under our protection, do you understand?" he interjected firmly, cutting her off.
"But—"
"Do you understand?" he pressed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Deleine stared at him, momentarily taken aback by his sternness, watching as he calmly returned to his paperwork.
"Is the Headmaster compelling you to do this?" she asked, her tone edged with annoyance.
"No," Snape replied evenly.
"Then what is it?"
"It's your careless behavior," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Fine, I'll refrain from impulsive actions. I might even abide by a few of his rules. But just this once, could you not act solely as my teacher, but more as a parent figure? Because, you know, I don't have any of those. And I'm not about to lose one now just because Albus Dumbledore, the almighty wizard, says so." Deleine's words flowed out smoothly yet quickly, laced with frustration. Each syllable carried a weight that lingered in the air before she fell silent.
