On the Tuesday before exams began, the mail arrived during dinner. I kept my head up in case there was anything for me. Then, an owl dropped an envelope in my direction, and I snatched it out of the air before it hit the table. It was a letter from the apothecary in Wigtown — my first choice for an apprenticeship. I opened it excitedly, but tried not to get my hopes up.
"Well, come on — what's it say?" Elladora asked eagerly as my eyes scanned the letter.
My eyes widened and I gasped. "I— I've been accepted!" I laughed with joy and she squealed, then she grabbed and shook me with excitement as I stopped to read the rest of the letter. I froze in shock as I read the second paragraph.
Professor Snape had recommended me.
I pulled on the arm of Elladora's robes, and she stopped shaking me to read the letter herself. She then shared in my shocked expression before responding, "Wow! You must really be good!"
I continued to stare at his name on the page. He really did think I was that good? I turned to look in his direction at the staff table. Once I caught his eye, I held up the letter in my hand and mouthed, "Wigtown. Thank you." He simply nodded, then went back to his food.
As soon as our little group was out of the Great Hall after dinner, they started off toward Hufflepuff Basement. I, however, started in another direction.
"I'll be right there," I said, and headed off. I wanted to catch up with Professor Snape. I made my way quickly toward the back hallway, where the teachers usually exited the Great Hall. I'd noticed him getting ready to leave shortly after we were.
"Professor!" I called when I saw him.
"Yes?" he asked, not slowing his strides.
I still had the letter clutched in my hands when I caught up to him. "You recommended me?"
He kept walking, but turned toward me and replied, "You are one of the best potions students I've had these last ten years. I presumed you would be up for the challenge." He really did think I was that good. If we hadn't been walking, I would have reached up and hugged his neck.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Don't let it go to your head, Miss Chambers."
"Yes, sir." With that, I turned back to meet my friends, beaming.
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The Potions Master
FanfictionCarys Chambers, a seventh-year Hufflepuff student (during Philosopher's Stone), is embarrassed about her secret obsession with her favourite professor. As her time at Hogwarts comes to an end, she begins to hope for more than just mutual respect wit...
