Uploaded: 6/1/19
Your (e/c) eyes wander up the dark wood walls, against them is a double bed with thick wooden posts, engraved with medieval patterns. One side of the room is covered in shelves, full of dusty books, in front stood a writing desk with rolls of parchment on top and an old black quill in an ink bottle, tucked under the desk there was a rickety wooden chair. A tall glass cabinet was opposite the desk, filled with a few potion bottles inside, next to it was a table with a small cauldron on top, a knife and various other utensils. There was a matching dark wooden chest of drawers and a small, old looking wardrobe which had similar engravings to the bed. There was only one window in the room, a fairly big window which had dark green velvet curtains drawn which concealed the room in darkness. The only light in the room was coming from the tiny gas lights in the middle of each of the four walls, the room was still dark even when it was fully lit.
Snape walks over to his small writing desk lighting a candle with his wand which additionally produces a dim glow. He then disappears into the unlit corner of the room rattling something, he then returns with a metal tray, slowly walking over to his desk. He places the tray down and looks at you with his inky eyes.
"Tea?" He asks bluntly.
You look at him as if he just asked you to drink poison, not saying a word. Snape taps the teapot with his wand and immediately starts pouring it into two china cups. This was the most bizarre sight; the hair-raising potions master setting up a tea party, you inside of his chambers at gone midnight. This was no usual occurrence.
You cautiously make your way over to his desk, trying not to touch anything, looking blankly at the teacup he has placed opposite you. Tea. It was just tea...and beside it, a sugary shortbread biscuit. Snape takes a seat on his hard wooden chair, his teacup also in front of him. He looks up at you, awkwardly standing with your arms hugging your dressing gown. With a wave of his wand a velvet chair slides across the floor from behind you. You hesitantly take a seat, not knowing what to say or do.
(y/n) {for goodness sake (y/n) just take the tea and biscuit and thank him. You're bloody lucky your not being screamed at by him for being caught out of bed, roaming the corridors at night.}
"I thought you were hungry? I didn't see you in the great hall for your evening meal, nor did you eat anything at breakfast." Snape finally talks, breaking the thick, uncomfortable atmosphere.
(y/n) {Snape's been taking notice of how often I eat?}
Your belly rumbles again as you snap out of your thoughts. "Oh um...yeah I'm really hungry actually." You say, picking up the biscuit and taking a bite.
Professor Snape sips his tea as he watches you eat. As you continue to nibble your biscuit you didn't know where to look, your eyes examining Snape's neatly arranged bed sheets, they look untouched.
"Haven't you been asleep Professor?" You blurt out, not really thinking before doing so.
Snape turns around, looking at his bed that you were previously assessing.
"Couldn't." He simply replies, turning back around and taking another tip of his tea, his eyes fixed on yours.
"Oh." You say back, deciding not to ask anymore silly questions. You take the last bite of your biscuit as Snape places the half full packet in front of you. "Thank you Sir." You say, taking his offering, dipping the deliciously crunchy shortbread into your tea, quickly taking a bite before it gets too soggy and makes a mess.
Snape takes a book from his desk drawer and starts to read it. There was nothing but silence and the ticking of your pocket watch inside your dressing gown. You carry on drinking your tea and eating through the packet of biscuits, your stomach feeling better.
Minutes pass and you hear a slight grunt, you look across to see your Professor fast asleep, his hand propping his head up as his arm rests on his desk. You watch as his chests slowly falls down with each peaceful exhale. Your eyes fixate onto his face, his pale skin, sharp bone structure, slightly crooked large nose, his lips were slightly open, he looked so... gentle. You sit there just watching him for a while, wanting to move a piece of hair out of his face which moves with each breath he takes. You slowly reach your hand out...BOOM!
You both jump up, Snape rubbing his eyes as he looks towards the closed door.
BOOM...BOOM!
The sound from the corridor seems like it's getting closer, almost like it's right outside of the door. You look towards Professor Snape, with a fear in your eyes.
Snape stands up and bolts towards the door and bends down, looking through the keyhole.
"It's..a troll?..." He says, still looking through the hole. You gasp, your eyes widening.
(y/n) {what the hell is a troll doing in Hogwarts???}
Professor Snape bolts away from the door, stepping backwards, bumping into you. The door shakes, dust puffing out of the sides of the doorframe. BOOM...BOOM...BOOM... The banging stops, all that fills the air is the panting of both of you.
BOOOOOOOOM!
The entire door flies off of the hinges, pieces of sharp wood flying towards you, a large piece hitting the side of your head. Snape shields you, putting his arms out as you cower behind him. You peer over Snape's shoulder and there, in the doorway stood the troll, it's large head bursting through the top of the door, creating an even bigger hole. It slowly stomps towards you, all twelve feet of it, dragging a large wooden club behind it. You and Snape both back away, you grab onto the material of his cloak as a small whimper escapes your mouth, Snape's hands grabbing onto you, keeping you close behind of him. The troll stares at you both, drool escaping its gappy, yellowish teeth. You grab your wand from your pocket.
(y/n) {think (y/n).... think! What in Merlin's name can get rid of this prodigiously strong creature?.... That's it!}
"Accio Puffapod!" You shout, the plant that Professor Sprout gave you appears in your hand. You point the plant towards the troll as it starts sniffling.
"ACHOO!...ACHOO!....ACHOO...ACHOOOOO !!!!!" The troll's sneeze unsteadies itself, as it's ginormous feet stumble back.
"Incarcerous!" Professor Snape yells, pointing his wand, as thick ropes bind the troll's feet together, it tumbles back creating an extremely loud crash, knocking itself out.
You both relax as you realise the troll can't cause you harm anymore. You let go of Snape's cloak as he removes his protective grip from you. He looks at you with a worried expression on his now dirty face, you notice he has a rather large cut on the left of his cheek, a small trail of blood seeping out down to his jaw.
"Are you alright?!" He asks, hastily grabbing onto your arms and assessing you to see if you're hurt.
"I-I'm fine. I..." Your vision blurs, the room spins, you hear an unintelligible echo, and everything fades....to black.
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Hello! I really hope you like this part and I hope it wasn't boring!
Thankyou for reading & for all of your kind comments! Let me know what you think of this... is it alright?
If anyone is confused as to why the troll started sneezing it's because of the puffapod plant, trolls are allergic to them :)
Next chapter will be posted tomorrow
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