Calliope Foxx, the newly appointed Hogwarts Librarian, navigates her way through Hogwarts where Severus Snape happens to find himself interested in her.
Calliope Foxx is My OC
(This story is in progress of being finished new chapters will be posted...
When I arrived at Lockhart's class, he was nowhere to be seen. But I wasn't about to give up easily.
I sought out the door to his quarters. Two knocks yielded no response. I knew that scoundrel was inside. With my wand drawn from my pocket, I bellowed, "Alohomora!" The door flew open, startling him as his hands shot to his ears in fright.
"Calliope!" he exclaimed innocently, though my expression betrayed pure anger. "You scoundrel!" I yelled; my wand aimed menacingly at his throat. "What did you do to me last night?" I demanded, fury boiling within me. "I... it was just a small dose..." he stammered. "You seemed disinterested... I didn't think it would knock you out," he explained, his face frightened as mine turned emotionless
"You drugged me.?" I asked, my voice trembling with fury. "Yes, but it wasn't like that, dear!" he swore, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.
"You Arsehole!" I screamed as my clenched fists connected with his nose.
I gasped at my sudden outburst, though he undoubtedly deserved it. "You broke my nose!." he trailed off, his hands covering his face in shame.
"Don't ever speak to me again," I declared, storming out of his quarters.
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The remaining moments of my morning dwindled away as I sat at breakfast, where Lockhart, as usual, indulged in his meal with gusto. Choosing a seat besides the nameless man in black robes, I sighed with frustration, a feeling that didn't escape notice.
My fingers reached out for a muffin, a small comfort of my exasperation. The man in black stole a fleeting glance at my bruised knuckles yet said nothing.
breakfast came to an end and others vacated their seats, only a handful of professors lingered at the table. Silence reigned until a voice broke through the stillness.
"I have remedies in my store's cabinet that could aid in healing your bruise," the man interjected abruptly, surprising me with his offer.
Recalling our last interaction, where his demeanor had been far from welcoming, I hesitated. "I'll visit Poppy," I replied firmly, declining his gesture.
His expression remained impassive. "My remedies would expedite the healing process," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Why the sudden pity?" I inquired, puzzled. "Our previous conversation didn't leave room for such kindness," I added, arching an eyebrow.
"I'm not extending pity," he clarified, rising from his seat. "My classes conclude in the evening," he continued, taking a step away.
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My steps faltered upon reaching the stairs leading to the hospital wing, where I was met with an atmosphere of chaos. Madame Pomfrey dashed around, attending to various students in need.
"Apologies, we're rather busy at the moment. Could you return tomorrow?" she hastily uttered while tending to another student.
I nodded in understanding of the situation. Retracing my steps, I made my way through the dimly lit dungeons back towards the library.
A sigh escaped me as the ache of my bruise grew more pronounced.
Recalling the invitation extended during breakfast, I redirected my path towards his classroom.
The door emitted a loud creak while I entered.
"I thought you wanted to see Poppy," a voice said from the dark of the classroom, making me jump. "Did you know she was busy with the students when I suggested it but you had no appeal to tell me?" I said, turning to him.
He stood, walking towards his stores. Minutes later, he returned with bandages and remedies.
"Sit," he said.
I nodded slightly, finding a chair. He slowly extended his hand towards mine, and as his cold skin touched mine, I pulled away at the sudden cold feeling.
"Gods, you're freezing," I remarked, looking up at his emotionless face. No words came from him, just silence. "I can mend too—," I started before he cut me off.
"No," he said firmly. His larger hand gently took hold of my smaller one, lightly applying the remedy to my fist.
"Thank you," I said softly, looking up at him, a small smile playing on my lips.
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He brushed off my attempt at connection, almost as if he were trying to avoid it altogether, redirecting with a question of his own.
"May I ask how you acquired such bruises?" His voice carried a depth that stirred something within me.
"I, uhm..." I stumbled over my words, feeling strange in his presence. "It's a long story," I managed to say, shaking my head slightly.
Severus attempted to probe her thoughts, seeking some understanding, but to his advantage—or perhaps our mutual disadvantage—nothing surfaced.
he finished wrapping my hand, I felt a pang of reluctance to leave, though I couldn't quite understand why.
Before I could depart, I had one last question
"I never caught your name," I remarked, meeting his gaze as he looked up slowly, our eyes locking in a moment.
"Professor Snape," he revealed
I nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, though the depth of my feelings remained a mystery even to myself.
