Witches Of The Future

Chapter Four; Interests

Angel moved her body closer to the man in clothed black; she dare not leave. She wanted to hold him, to finger his hair, and not let go of his body for years on end. His musky scent was more than enough to keep her nose wanting more, his eyes were the color of charcoal, yet they sketched the picture of forever in them. Her hand was tightly enclosed around his, wanting him to never part ways; she loved him. He accepted her, and she him. Her lips eager to please leaned up and placed themselves upon a white cheek, “Snape… I - - BANG.”

Angel woke up from a dream, she wished would’ve gone on, with a jerk. But the loud ringing of the bell for students to awaken shattered her goal. She groaned pulling herself up and walking to the bathroom downstairs, nearly tripping on thee Hufflepuff rug; it was always so cozy in the common room, and warm too! It’s a shame she’d have to go learn to leave this nice place. As she got ready, she texted Kenzie, with the help of a magic current she’d discovered she could use. She was sick. So, Angel went to class without her; the chemicals from the cleaning supplies hurt her throat. When Angel arrived in Snape’s class, she felt her heart stop; this was going to be awkward; she was always there first, and well, there for a while alone with him.

The professor was setting up for the morning class, saving all his worries for when Angel came to see him this morning. He was both nervous but eager to listen to whatever the girl had to say. He was done asking silly little questions; he wanted to know what was going to happen. The blackette stiffened when the young female arrived. “Good morning." Angel looked at her feet, red with embarrassment, from last night, as well as her dream. "Good Morning, Professor. I hope you slept well." she smiled, her light voice ringing through the dreary dungeon. 'I know I did, with you all over my - - ' She stopped herself. She must not think about things like that!

Snape blinked, "What are you blushing at?" he asked, setting down a massive book with a massive puff of dust to match. He walked slowly to the blushing girl, "You’re not sick are you? You need to tell me... About your situation." he stated grimly, fixing her messed up hair a bit. "Unless you’re so sick you’re saying nonsense." Angel pulled away, in slight shock, "A-ah, I'm just a little nervous you'll think less of me, after last night." She admitted, "I'm fine. I have a natural 24-7 blush anyway!!" she apologized, "So, you're not completely wrong!"

Snape raised an eyebrow, his arms folded as he gazed at the younger girl. "What do you mean by last night?" he asked with shifty eyes. "This blush doesn't look like a regular blush... You lying." he stated, wanting a bit of a better explanation. Maybe there was a chance she really was sick and making things up. Angel blushed harder, "I'm not lying! I have a natural blush and you being so close, is making it worse! I'm still a teenager! My hormones man, my hormones!" she squealed in embarrassment, covering her face, childishly.

"Me being close?” he asked with another raised eyebrow. He laid the back of his hand onto Angels forehead. "Your warm, are you positive you’re not sick?" he asked again, ignoring the embarrassment clearly on her face. The professor pulled away with a long sigh, "let's continue from where we left off." he said gently, looking down at the Hufflepuff darling. Angel tilted her head, "Isn't class going to start in..." She looked at the clock, "... 25 minutes? What do you mean, 'continue from where we left off'?" She asked following after him like a lost puppy. "You mean you're actually interested?" she asked, putting her hands on her cheeks, they were on fire!

Snape didn’t look to amused, "Then why did I call you in here if you were going to stall me with your blushing?" He asked back into that monotone voice as usual. “I’m going to get ready for my next class, and I suggest you do the same. Go eat breakfast.” He stated, rushing back to the front of the class to set up more. Angel stared at him, "I'm not stalling; I can't help your presence makes my cheeks flame up in... well, a sea of hormonal waves. Besides, eating breakfast makes my stomach hurt. I drunk some coffee, I'll be fine." she said, fingering a few potion books and staring around the dusty classroom. "Professor, what did you want to talk to me about; you seemed rather excited to ask me, something...?"