It was now 6:34 am, and I was just walking the lower Halls a bit aimlessly. I didn't really have a plan for what to do, as breakfast is served at 7:30. But I did entertain myself a bit with talking to some portraits and the occassional ghost. The Bloody Baron was actually surprisingly good company to keep, well, when he isn't in a mood.
*girgle stomach noise* That caught the Baron's attention as my face went pink, not expecting my body to betray me. "If you'd like, My Lady, I could direct you to the kitchens."
"That would be-" "And what is a first-year student doing up this early in the morning?" A drawling and familiar voice asked from behind me. Knowing exactly who it is, I turn around and smiled up to Professor Snape. ' Holy shizz... He looks just like Alan Rickman; only younger, like how the books say he's supposed to be in his 30's. Is this how Sirus and Remus are gonna look. Speaking of those two, I need to talk to Jareth and maybe Dumbledore about that shit show.'
"Good morning Professor Snape. Bloody Baron was just offering to show me to the kitchens-"
"That still dosen't answer as to why you are down here this early." He said in an almost irritated tone. 'Calm down Anna, it's too early for this shit' "Well Professor, I woke up at 6 and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided why not take a walk and start my first day early?" He seemed to except my answer as he dismissed the Bloody Baron and told me to follow him. I said my farewells to the ghost and followed the brooding professor to what I assumed would be the way to the kitchens... or maybe my doom? I'm not all that sure with this man....
The walk was awkward, to say the least. But I kept up with him and his dramaticly billowing robes, the dude has long legs... Anywho, I've decided to break the ice and apologize for almost knocking him out of his chair...though I will be letting him know that I'm not completely sorry for deffending my mind from a stranger. "Um, Professor?"
Raising his dark eyebrow to me he asked "What?" in a sort of snippish tone. 'Someone's still sour, yeesh.' "I wanted to apologize to you for yeasterday...But, I'm not sorry for defending my mind; even if you are a teacher, I still don't know you, so... sorry."
I couldn't really tell if he was surprised I apologized or not. He just gave me a calculating look, Silver starring back at Obsidian. "I will accept your apology, Ms. Baba Yaga, but should you do it again there will be consequences."
'This little sh-' " I could say the same, Professor Snape," silence ensued once again as we reached a painting of a bowl of fruit. "To enter the kitchen you must tickle the pear." He turned to leave but said over his shoulder, "Expect to see the Headmaster this afternoon, Baba Yaga." With that, his billowing black robes dissapeared around the corner of the vast hall.
"Alllrighty then..." Focusing back onto the issue at hand, my hunger, I tickle the pear on the painting. Watching a painted fruit giggle in laughter was something I didn't think I would ever witness, but at this point I can't really say anything about it. The pear then turned into a golden door knob, opening the painting took me to a scene that made me think I've died and gone to Heaven. The smell alone was magical.
Walking into the ginormous kitchen brought the attention of about two hundred house elves. All of them greeting me in their different high high-pitched voices. All of them went back to work to set up breakfast while a group of them came up to me, they seemed a bit nervous. Smiling gently to them, I got down on one knee so as they wouldn't strain to look up at me. Feeling and seeing my calm demeanor calmed them instantly as one of them asked me happily "Welcomes to the kitchens my Lady Baba Yaga[ he bowed] I is Kip, how is we may help you? Are you maybe hungry?" Asked Kip as he and the other three lighly tugged on my hands and led me to a nearby table, already prepaired with an assortment of breakfast options.
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The Baba Yaga Series: The Dead Witch
FanficBOOK 1 This is my first book, so please bear with me. I'm just gonna make it up as I go. Also, my character Anna might branch off into different fandoms after this book because our girl is a bookworm/movie buff. I only own my character, and credit g...