- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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𝕾nape couldn't help but falter in surprise as soon as he steps foot into his classroom.
"It appears i've entered an alternate dimension"
Oonagh peeks over her shoulder, blue eyes round and inspecting of the close surroundings of the professor, searching for any changes to the world in her field of vision. A gateway. As soon as her gaze drifts to Snape, however, she quickly understands that it was not meant literally, more as a figure of speech. You never know in this Wizarding World. Alternate dimensions could be everywhere.
She's the only early student so far, taking the opportunity of the unlocked door to let herself in, and finish up the last few lines. He appears at her side, extending his hand,
"Let me see"
Oonagh smiles brilliantly, holding up the scroll of parchment up to him, cracking a joke seconds before the exchange,
"And receive my humiliation in private instead of in front of the whole class? I must be growing on you"
She earns Snape's incessant scowl in response, wordlessly snatching the essay from her hold. No belittling remark or backhanded compliment either, as of yet, Oonagh's definitely convinced she's earning top spot in his favourites. He scans the essay, face remaining blank and impossible to read, the first glimpse of reaction, of course being a correction,
"You've spelt Azkaban wrong — Mr Malfoy"
He peers over the top of the parchment to Oonagh, eyebrows raised. She scoffs, arms crossing over her chest, brows furrowing and eyes pinching at the corners to resemble that of a very grumpy face, retorting with her best attempts at a harsh Wiltshire accent,
"How dare you insinuate such a thing. Wait until my father hears about this"
"Ask him how to spell his address whilst you're paying him the visit" He retorts, passing the essay back for Oonagh to slide in front of Draco's place, completed and acceptable.
It's safe to say, she's moderately proud of herself. Not only had she constructed a well-ordered, concise and structured essay, but by the third paragraph, she'd mastered Draco's elegant cursive writing, or close enough. Realising Snape's still there, looming over her shoulder, she steals a glance, barely stifling a snort at him staring between her and the blank, empty desk in front of her,
"You're definitely in an alternate dimension if you think i've done one for me too"
Snape exhaled deeply, overcome with the powerful urge to throttle her, rip his own hair out and pinch his nose all at once. Oonagh wouldn't hand in her own essay that could possibly score a great grade, but will happily do so for her lover-boy. Without another word, he charges towards the front of the classroom, preparing to jibe at each student that steps through the classroom.
