I rushed throught all of my classes the next day, keeping my focus on that afternoon. I didn't even like shopping, but the thought of picking out a dress for my wedding excited me. My mood stayed light and happy through out the day, so much that Vincent noticed during Practice of the Dark Arts, which was the first time I had gotten to see him all day, since he had to stay in the Hospital Wing through breakfast and lunch.
"You better try not to smile. If Mr. Carrow sees, he'll make sure you won't be for long..." He wispered while we were suppose to be doing our daily book work. My grin got bigger as I surpressed a laugh.
"I can't help it! I'm looking at dresses today! I wish you could come with me..."
"You know I can't. I have to work."
"Yeah, I know. That's all you've been able to do."
"It will help us in the long run. Anyway, you'll look beautiful in anything you wear..." He patted my leg under the desk. I looked up from my book, made sure Mr. Carrow wasn't looking, then gave Vincent a quick kiss.
"You know you'll have to get new dress robes?" I reminded, turning the page as to look like I was actually doing my work. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them back up.
"Yes, I know, but when do I have the time?"
"We could go during Holiday." I suggested. He shook his head.
"I forgot to tell you, I have family coming in. They want to meet you."
"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. They seem really excited, or atleast that's what mum told me."
"Snape!" I was suddenly called to attention by a gruff voice. Vincent pushed me to the side as a thick looking book was whirled at my face. "Do your work!"
"Okay..." I sighed, and looked down at my book.
"Don't back chat me!" Mr. Carrow snarled. "You bratty little twit!"
"Okay." I simply stated again. I was sure any other comment would send him over the edge. aFter all, I was already on thin ice.
"That's it!" He exclaimed, coming towards me. He grabed my arm and pulled me out of the chair. "I am tired of your disrespect!" He pulled me across the class room.
"Where are you taking me?" I calmly questioned.
"To the Headmaster's office."
"Oh..." I help back a snicker. As if Uncle Severus was going to punish me for telling him 'okay'. "Okay. Please. No...Ah, don't." I halfheartedly 'begged'. He jerked my arm.
"Not so fast. You are not that slick. I am not Headmaster Snape. Deputy Headmaster."
"Oh..." My tone was less mocking. He was taking me to his sister, also known as the woman who was putting over half of Hogwarts into the Hospital Wing. That could be a problem.
"That shuts you up, doesn't it, you little-" He abruptly stopped as there was a knocking on the door. Annoyed that his rant was being interupted, he dropped my arm and agressively marched the rest of the way to the door before opening it. "Thsi better be important!"
"Hello, is Eleanor Snape in here?" A familiar voice asked. My eyes lit up as I found myself rushing towards the door.
"Scabior! You-you! You're here!" I started to throw my arms around him, but he stopped me.
"I wouldn't touch me. I'm disgusting. I haven't even showered yet." He adviced, a hint of laughter in his voice.
That much was true; his hair, although pulled back, was greasy, and bits of twigs and leaves were stuck in it. Spots of dirt and filth were dotted all along his skin, as well as his clothes. I could see sweat stains deep in the fabric. He didn't smell to good either; like a combinations of nature and, well...The only word that came to mind was man skank. Dark charcole rings were around his eyes, and his chin was covered with coarse, overgrown hair. But none of it matter to me; He was here.
