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"I HΔTΣ THΔT βITCH"
Calsifer said as she barged into the potion masters classroom. It was late at night, classes ended and Severus was sitting at his desk grading papers from the fourth year students. The cold, damp room that he had grown so used to over the years was no longer safe now that Calsifer had bestowed upon herself free rein of the castle.
Severus was too proud to say that he was avoiding Calsifer the past few days.
After his talk with Albus, it left him curious. He took the time to find any research on Siphon sorcerers. Despite his best efforts, his study's turned up short, finding nothing to even suggest that Siphons exist.
This left him frustrated, even the very sight of her reminded him that she was an unpredictable enigma. The look on Albus' face as he spoke of her made Severus uncomfortable. To see the headmaster is such an unexplainable state was eery.
"I mean who does she think she is? 'Round here actin' like the queen of Shiba. " she said as she walk though the door.
She raised a hand, waving it lazily behind her making the door shut after she waltzed in the classroom. Her other hand reached to her neck, pulling on a chain that hung into her shirt. She looped the chain around her head and stuffed it in the pocket of her shorts.
Her face scrunched into a slight grimace, shoulder rolled back as her siphons marks traced down her skin. A white line on the middle of her nose expanded both up and downward, branching off in different areas until it settles.
As she walked towards the Potion Masters desk, Severus, though fuming with anger, took notice that the marking on her exposed legs look familiar in a way. He paid that bought no mind, storing it in the back of his mind, as he shoot up from his desk leaning over it.
"Get. Out." He growled.
Calsifer tilted her head, smirking at the man.
"Oh come now, Severus. Don't be like that." She laughs as she sashays closer to his desk. She loops around to where his chair sat, dragging a finger along the wood then leans against it.
"Back to the topic at hand, Umbridge is 2.5 seconds away from getting her shit rocked." She sassed.
"Stop your insufferable nonsense and leave my classroom, at this very moment!" He seethed stepping closer, peering down at her with a dark glare.
