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...
daylight waned, Severus sat in his classroom, diligently grading papers. A knock at his door prompted a groan.
"Who's there?" he called out.
"It's me, Severus," came the familiar voice, as he opened the door. "Good evening, Calliope," he greeted her warmly.
"Don't 'good evening' me, Severus!" she exclaimed, striding towards his desk. "You better not be grading papers," she warned
Severus looked up at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. He had indeed been lost in his pile of papers, but now his attention was fixated on her.
"And why shouldn't I be grading papers?" he asked, attempting to sound uninterested "Have you forgotten something?" she teased, pausing with a gift hidden behind her back. "It's your birthday, you old fart," she declared with a grin.
Severus gave her a withering look, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm not that old," he retorted.
"And I most certainly have not forgotten my own birthday," he said, His eyes watched while calliope slowly showed the present concealed behind her back
"You didn't have to get me a gift," he insisted.
"Yes, I did," she countered, gesturing towards the nearby couch. "Sit."
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Severus raised an eyebrow, but reluctantly complied, seating himself on the couch.
"Alright, I'm sitting," he said, trying to hide his eagerness to know what she had up her sleeves. "Happy now?"
She nodded excitedly
From behind my back emerged a vintage bottle of Firewhisky, and I couldn't help but smile as his expression softened with delight. Severus' eyes widened, He reached for the bottle, running his fingers over the label,
the fact that she had chosen something so specific and so rare touched him more than he cares to admit.
"Firewhisky," he murmured, his voice filled with pleasant surprise. "And vintage, no less," he added, looking up at her.
"Where did you find this?"
"I have connections," she said, smirking.
Severus nodded. "I'll go fetch us some glasses."
Calliope sighed, her gaze lingering on his classroom, her interest caught by a journal titled "The Half-Blood Prince."
I stared at it for a moment longer. "No, I shouldn't," I murmured, nervously biting my fingernail.
I snatched the journal impulsively, its pages captivating me. Severus returned to the room, his grip tightening on the glasses as he beheld the sight before him.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. "They must have taught you not to touch things that aren't yours," he added harshly, setting the glasses down.
"I've read what lies in these pages, Severus," Calliope stated, watching as his face drained of color.
