𝑆. 𝑆. 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 | 𝑆𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 | 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘

Grades and Whine - Ch. 3

At that moment, instead of saying 'hello' and asking what I owed the honor to, I just stood there looking at him with a 'I can't believe Severus Fucking Snape came to MY house!' running up and down in my mind.

¡Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

"Well... what are you waiting for, miss, will you let me into your house or will you leave me out here for the rest of the day?" He slow talked.

'Rest of the day? Hmm... I wonder what that means?' I mentally asked myself.

'Oh no! Calm down, relax.' I told myself befor speaking.

"Good morning, professor. Oh my apologies, I'm just a little... surprised. I mean, not often the great Potions Master visits your house... Much less that he comes to visit you by surprise. So, what do I owe the honor?" I replied with a silly smile.

"Surprise? Believe me, what I want the least is to surprise people and less to surprise you. Don't you know why I came? Didn't you get the letter Albus sent you, miss?"

"What letter?"

He rolled his eyes. Rude.

"So as not to make it too long... Albus asked me to give you private lessons. I told him that I did not agree and that I did not want to do it. One thing led to another and here I am." He informed.

"Oh..." I simply replied.

"The sooner we finish the better. I do not want to spend the rest of my vacation locked up in here with you, I'd rather be at Hogwarts preparing my classes for the upcoming school year." He spat.

Ouch, ouch, ouch... Double rude.

"Please, come in. Welcome to my humble home, sir. Please make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink." I said kindly, making aside his rude comment.

He looked around and told me,

"A house with perfectly sculpted gold handles, is it humble for you? Please. Don't be smug and arrogant, Miss. And no thank you, I am not in the mood to be drinking pumpkin juice." He sarcastically said.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny." I spat sarcastically, also a little pissed because he practically called me a fucking child, again. "And responding to your comment about my house... For me it is, sir. In this house I do not see luxury, I see a beautiful and warm home in which love and peace reign. If I have a luxurious house, it is because my parents worked together all their lifes to build it. And now it is mine by inheritance. It is my refuge and my own huge box that still keeps the memory of my parents alive in it, so I will not allow you to talk nonsense about it. And believe me, the only arrogant one here, sometimes, is you. I am not the least bit arrogant. Smug either." I said a little offended. No reply came from him.

"Now, thank you for coming to my house just to give me those extra potions lessons, even if you don't have the slightest interest in helping me of your own free will. I don't need them, thank you very much. I have shown you and the headmaster that I am capable of raising my own grades without help from anyone."

"Don't be an insolent and ungrateful child, y/l/n. They will not be potion lessons, they will be legilimency and occlumency lessons. Dumbledore suggests for some strange reason that you learn them and specialize in them." The wizzard replied.

'Why would I need to learn them? What is the urgency in specializing in them?' I thought.

"Oh... Ok. Then we'll start when I get back from shopping. I would invite you, but, I doubt you'd want come with us."

"Us? I thought you lived alone." He said with a confused expression.

"No. I live with my great friend Lulla. As I said in the past, not everyone knows about my private life, professor." I said winking at him.