Hearts are Blind (Severus Snape X OC)

The Meeting of HUH?

Lucinda gripped the arm rests of her chair in a slow-developing panic. Her hands slid against the wood as her palms started to sweat. She was pretty certain her forehead was also shining with perspiration, but she hoped that neither Professor Snape nor Professor Dumbledore could notice. It would have been wise of her to be calmer and not act so nervous (in case she wasn't in trouble), but she couldn't help it. Although, for all she knew, this might not have been about the kiss. There could be a number of reasons why Dumbledore would call her to his office. She couldn't think of any right now (any that didn't result in her suspension or expulsion from the school), but maybe the Headmaster wanted to discuss her grades or... or something regarding the like.

If it wasn't for the fact that he is also here... she thought and her eyes shifted from the Headmaster's smiling face to the silent potions teacher still sitting by the fireplace. They both stared back at her.

The fact that Snape was there confirmed every fear she could have: she was in trouble; regardless if it was for the kiss, the alcohol, spending the night in a professor's sleeping quarters (his bed, to be more precise), smashing a glass of water in said professor's office, or just being an all-around bitch to him at times. Snape could have told the Headmaster about any of these things. Either way, she knew she was screwed.

"Miss Morgan, do you know why I called you up here, this evening?"

Lucinda shifted her eyes again to steady themselves back on professor Dumbledore, but her head stayed still. She breathed as slowly as she could, hoping that when she spoke, her voice would be clear and calm. She swallowed once and couldn't help another quick glance at the dark-haired man to her right, before finally looking into the Headmaster's blue eyes.

"Well... no." She replied and was relieved that her voice didn't shake. Still, she felt that Dumbledore could see right through her, straight into her mind; that he could feel the blood pumping violently through her body and see the veins in her neck and wrists pulsating with terror. She took another deep breath and tried to look as if she was pleasantly curious, but it was a 50-50 shot at what her face really looked like. "Am... Am I in some kind of trouble?" She asked and her voice shook slightly this time, much to her further distress.

"Of course not." Dumbledore said gently and Lucinda felt she believed him for a moment. "However, I must tell you—before I go on—that I had to inform your parents about what happened."

Once again, the girl tried to remain calm, but that sentence put her over the edge. Her eyes flashed back to Snape again, accusing him mentally, hoping he'd give her some kind of confirmation that he did, in fact, rat-her-the-fuck-out. He watched her eyes grow wider with a mixture of anger and fear and suddenly something must have clicked in his brain. His intense stare suddenly faltered and he, too, looked a little perturbed. He sent her back a slightly wide-eyed look and a subtle shake of the head. Lucinda relaxed a little, but she was still terrified. Okay, so obviously he was telling her not to mention anything she shouldn't... But her parents had been informed... informed...

Informed about what?

"Professor, what exactly are we talking about?" She asked, unable to keep all of the exasperation out of her voice. "I... I wasn't aware that anything had happened."

"It wasn't her fault," Snape suddenly spoke up, though he did it quietly and finally took his eyes off of her to look over at his superior. "It was mine. Please, keep that in mind, Headmaster."

If she had been calmed down even in the slightest before, she now skipped over nervous and went right on to the verge of delirium. He'd given her a look like there was nothing to be worried about, but then he goes and says something like that.