severus snape is rude, cranky, sarcastic, and harsh to students and teachers alike, so he gets an assistant to - unbeknownst to him - babysit when he's around the children. unfortunately, the uncommon kindness and care she shows him makes a certain...
"I wonder if they have cheesecake!" Colette squeals, hopping excitedly up and down next to Professor Snape. She doesn't think he's enjoying her company, but since they're going to the same place, he has to endure it. "Do you like cheesecake?"
"No."
She huffs, walking normally instead of hopping. "Do you like any sweets?"
"No."
"Oh, come on! I'm sure you like something... Maybe dark chocolate? You seem like someone who would like dark chocolate." She taps her pouted lips while she thinks, but Professor Snape doesn't respond. Instead, he stuffs his hands further into his pockets and walks faster.
Colette sighs, letting her fast pace dwindle and watching his long, dramatic cape disappear around a corner. It's probably impossible to get on his good side, and she's not sure why she's even trying. She'd be surprised if he even had a good side. Instead of walking alongside him, she searches out Professor McGonagall on her way out of her own classroom and walks beside her. She's much more pleasant to be around than professor Grease-Bat. They even have the whole animagi thing in common, so it's not hard to break the very, very thin ice.
Apparently, one of the students who heard Colette raise her voice at Professor Snape has now spread that she, quote, "Put him in his place." Minerva heard about it, and while asking Colette about it, was barely able to get the question out of her mouth without laughing. She invites the new assistant to sit next to her, between herself and Snape, as a way to keep her somewhat sane.
They did, in fact, have cheesecake. Strawberry, to be exact, but she had to pass when the little servings of chocolate mousse came into sight, topped with fresh raspberries and in glasses with golden spoons. She squeals happily, clapping her hands lightly before plucking one of the berries off the top and popping it into her mouth. Professor Snape lets out a heavy breath to her left, but barely reacts when she looks over at him. She holds out a raspberry, the very bottom coated with a small amount of airy chocolate, to him. He ignores it. She shrugs her shoulders, placing it onto her tongue. Snooze you lose, Grease-Bat.
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Colette likes to think Professor Snape and her have come to a mutual understanding: they can't stand each other. She's tried to tolerate him at dinner, and for a while, it was - at best - exactly what it is; tolerable. But now, as Potter's class was back in the classroom he and herself now shared, she can't stand him. He singles students out, takes points away from any other house that isn't Slytherin for frivolous reasons, saunters about the classroom judging the students as heavily as his little mustard-seed-brain can, and gets angry when they make a mistake. Hell, he virtually hovers over them with a goose egg, ready to drop it onto their heads for reasons only he thinks are justified.
Colette swears this is a revenge plot by Dumbledore. It has to be. How does anyone let him continue teaching here? He's a rude, cruel, selfish, overly-judgmental, one-dimensional, grumpy, mean, stupid Grease-Bat! She bets if he drank a Hair-Raising potion all the grease in his stupid greasy hair would completely ruin the effect. She plans to try it one day, maybe sneak it into his glass or something.
