Finding What Is Lost. SnapeXReader

Quirrell and Lockhart

So he had remembered. He must have. It hadn't been long ago that you were a student here. Yet, you were really hoping Snape had not recognized you. How humiliating! The whole way up to dinner Snape was quiet. He said nothing. He kept his pace at a convenient speed, looking to his side occasionally to make sure you were near. Your heart is pounding the whole way there. You make sure to stay a few steps behind Snape so you don't have to stand right next to him. How humiliating this was! You have no idea if he remembers your tear filled confession. Does he remember his own response? 

Finally, you make it to dinner. To your despair however, the only empty seats are right next to eachother on the teachers tables. Goosebumps rise upon you skin as you try not to cringe at the memory that keeps popping up. Snape still does not look at you, though you do realize he waits for you to sit down.

The Sorting has already happened and the students are alive with excitement. Your heart warms at their young faces. You remember what it felt like when you were sorted into your house. You had gotten into Slytherin house. It was a great honor because your wizard parents had both been Slytherins as well. However, after awhile you began to hate your house. The other students there did not share the same heart you did, and you had ended up deciding that you had been placed in the wrong house, resenting The Sorting for the rest of your years. But it really doesn't matter now, does it? Both your parents are gone. Once you finished school, what house you had belonged to really didn't matter. It did nothing for you. Still, you can understand the students excitement and it does make you smile.

"The Sorting is such an exciting event isn't it?" The man next to you says leaning over to you so you can hear him above the crowd. You look at him and your heart warms once again. His green eyes spew out kindness, reminding you of Dumbledore's own eyes. He has pale white skin, but glowing blonde hair. He is quite handsome. You do not recognize him from your own days at Hogwarts.

"Yes it is," you reply leaning towards him as well. You notice Snape looks over at you but when your eyes meet he darts them away.

"I'm Quirinus Quirrell," he provides, putting out his hand for you to shake it, "I teach Muggle Studies. You are?"

Shaking his hand you smile, "Stella Rose, I will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Quirrell's eyes light up, "Really? I've always been so interested in that class. Though I'm rather quite fearful so I could never teach it. Nor would I have the skills to either, my parents are both muggles, my grandfather having the magical genes. Not to sound rude, but only out of pure interest what are you?"

This question makes you squirm in your seat. You hated the importance many people put on about who you were born to. It didn't matter who your father is, nor who your mother is. What matters is who you decide to be. Your blood should have nothing to do with that.

Thankfully a voice comes to your rescue. "Stella Rose--ah--excuse me, Professor Rose." Oh no. This was not happening.

"Hello, Lockhart." You don't even care enough to say his full name. Gilderoy Lockhart had gone to Hogwarts while you were there. He was two years ahead of you, and he made it known to anything that had ears. He was the most pompous man you have ever met. "What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be in Albania or something ridding the town of zombies?"

Lockhart shows off his smirk that most women instantly fall for. "Stella, are you keeping tabs on me? How flattering!"

"No, I was just-"

"To answer your heartfelt question, I am not here as a teacher, contrary to popular belief.  I am actually here for the year as I am writing my next book about my adventures here at Ol' Hoggy's." You can't help but roll your eyes. Even in school he thought he was the coolest guy around. And because of that confidence many people treated him as such. "Let's get together soon and catch up. For now I must be off, I have some stuff to attend to. Tata!"

You can't even hide your disgust of that man. Quirrell chuckles a bit and comments, "Your face is exactly how I'm feeling right now."

"Oh dear," you says slightly embarrassed that you hadn't realized Quirrell was looking at you, "Sorry, I've never been good at hiding my expression filled face."

"No, no you haven't." It was not Quirrell who had made the comment. Instead it was Snape behind you. You dared not look at him, but you were so caught off guard. He had been listening to your conversation and had commented on your expressions. You have never been good at hiding them. He had agreed with you.

This was only getting worse.