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Chapter Eleven:

Chapter eleven:

 

“Yes, Mum, I’m home alone. No mum, I’m not going in to work. Of course not, it’s holiday and I’m a sixth year, I told you the significance of my tests this year.” Elizabeth spoke as she lay on her bed in her stretchy shorts and tank-top, her fingers swung her bra above her head. The phone pressed lazily to her ear with one hand as she danced her foot to the light music in the background.

 

“Ha, yeah, right, I’m about to get kidnapped by the million of psychopaths who live in the hoity toity neighborhood of London. Mum, we live next a high end lawyer and the guy across the street is in Scottland yard. I doubt I’m about to die in the next life-time.” Elizabeth laughed as she sling shot her bra across the room and pushed her toes up into the air. She danced and wiggled her toes as she listened to her mother over the phone.

 

Letters were fine, but it was so much better to hear her voice over the phone. Elizabeth ruffled her mess of hair with her fingers. That’s when the doorbell rang and she sighed. “Sorry, Mum, someone’s at the door. I’ll call you before I go to bed, alright? Right… Yes… Love you too,” With that, she clicked the button and swung herself up off the bed and onto her feet. A scrunchy in one hand she pulled her hair up on the top of her head and twirled the locks around into a messy formation as she trotted down the stairs. Her bare feet felt cold against the slick bamboo flooring as she round the bend in her living room and came upon the opening hallway to her front door.

 

She pulled over the door, expecting to see one of her neighbors to just say hi. They all knew the Marshall’s sent their daughter to an expensive academy for most of the year, and a few of them were so friendly with her parents. They ate at the restaurant, saw them on the telly every once in a while when they turned on the cooking channel.

 

But when the brunette opened the door, instantly she regretted not wearing a bra. Her hands instantly went to her chest to cover herself and yanked down on the tank-top that was obviously exposing her stomach. She felt practically naked.

 

“What are you doing here!” She hissed darkly as Severus Snape stepped in and shut the door. “How the… How are you even here!”

 

“Will you go dress yourself girl, we have much to talk about.” Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at her professor.

 

“Not until you explain what you are doing in my house!” She stomped her foot.

 

“I’m here about Draco.” He answered finally and she huffed. With her free hand she waved for him to go sit in the living room as she whipped around and hussled up the stairs, all while still holding her chest with her hands. She felt so naked despite wearing a thick tank-top and shorts. Once she was in her room, she shut the door and pressed her back up against it.

 

Quickly she stripped of her shorts and shimmied into a pair of jeans, flipped off the tank-top and pulled on her bra and a new, longer tank-top, and a blouse to go over it. Elizabeth pressed her back to the hallway wall as she listened for movement. But she heard nothing. Slowly she edged down the stairs, her ears perked.

 

“Are you going to do that all day or get down here and talk with me?” She huffed as she rushed down the stairs and rounded the corner and right into the living room. It was weird to see Snape in just suit pants and a button up, always black, but still less than his sweeping robes and shadowy flow. He seemed almost human now, especially after what had transpired between them just a week or so ago.