A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Morning

~Come my child. Show us your gift.~

"She's not worth much. I can't see why you'd want her." Mother Superior's voice sounded as thick as the smoke that came from her pipe. She was a vial woman of God. And pleasured herself in the... Righteous suffering of those in Gods mercy. Or in better terms. She liked to beat, starve, and torture Orphans.

A group particular, she payed extra attention too. Were those marked by the devil's magic. Or.. the children of witches and wizards. The group of men that followed the mother. Were of the same kind as these poor children.

"A man of your stature, Sir, would benefit much more from some of the elder and... More normal children." She sighed. Bowing a moment. Her hand wrapped carelessly around a rosery and a set of keys that were so rusty, the flakes stained her hands with the color and smell of copper.

"Do not test the Dvoryane. He seeks the girl that tells fortunes." A short man in all black addressed the mother. Who in a huff of a proud woman of some power being put in her place, her tongue wagged sharply. "And what makes you believe we house such a creature here, in the house of God?"

A large man in white stepped forward. "Beacuse I can sense her." An inaudible curse. A flash of green. A twist of a key. An open door. A cowering group a children. And only one. Sat in the middle of the room. A pipe in her hands. A cloud of smoke above her head that played in it, a vision of exactly what was happening. There and now.

The girl opened her eyes. And the smoke dicipated.

The girl, no older than nine, looked up at the murderous new company. A smile on her face. "Igor Karkaroff. You're ten minutes late. How rude."

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The door to his bedroom shut unapologetically as he exited. Was it... Already time? Had morning come without her noticing? The fire, the fire did not die or wither with the hours. Magic. Of course. She felt stiff. She was still kneeling by the fire place. Had she slept? She couldn't have. She felt desperately tired. And... Empty. She had not processed like she wanted to. In fact, this turned into quite the small pitty party.

Her joints wouldn't let her move. It was painful. But she was able to turn her head. He was. Looking at her again. Why? Just go on sir. Be on your way. You have a class to teach do you not?

"Stand." Severus loomed over the girl. He was, in no uncertain terms, perplexed. She was how he left her. She didn't move. She didn't try to use the flue network to escape. She didn't try to kill him in his sleep. Though it wouldn't show he paced his room all night. Listening to her cry. Until she just, stopped. He expected some attempt on his life. Despite the terms of the vows they were magically held under. Some power move to prove her loyalty to the dark lord. But she just. Cried. And sat there. All night.

Viola looked to her husband. She had no more tears. But the pain made her face red. "Sir I.. I cannot." She dare not. She already knew her knees were weak. But if she tried...

Severus furrowed his brows. "Stand.... Up..." He comanded slowly. Taking a step towards her. He had no time for these games. She put herself in this situation. And she would not childishly inconvenience his morning like this by the conciquences.

No tears. And now. Perhaps she was wrong earlier. That voice, it was a threat. She bent down. Putting her hands on the carpet. Preparing to try and rise. But as she attempted to move her feet, they gave out and she fell. Crying out as the joints locked and screamed with pain.

"Oh for heavens sake child." Severus rushed over and grabbed Viola by the arm. Raising her to stand. It was painful. Every bone, every muscle, every joint protested. Blood rushed through her and her head spun. She felt like she wished for death and at the same time to be thrown in a bath of cold ice water.

"Please." She gasped out. "My bag." She looked up to her exasperated partner. And for some odd reason of which she would blame the fatigue, she couldn't help but notice how the hair framed his face beautifully. Even in this moment of rage. He looked at her. Frozen from his path of trying to make her stand.  "I.. I have something." She looked towards the bedroom. "My apothecary bag." She looked back at him. Pleading eyes as big as..

His heart stopped. She looked like a Doe. A beautiful, fragile doe. Eyes the color of honey. There were flecks of gold in them. He didn't notice before. But they were. Incredibly big. Larger than, any he's ever seen. And they were framed by unwashed dark makeup. Making them look even more tired than they probably were. And yet it was, strangely beautiful.

"Please," she spoke again. Blinking those hypnotic orbs again. He was dragged out of staring at them by her please. He nodded. Sitting her on the couch. Making his way towards where he set her bag. Instead of rummaging through it he just brought it to her. She opened it. And he just. Watched her. She took out a vial. Un corked it. And downed the whole thing.

She felt a rush go through her body. A quick working high before the pain seemed to just, go away. She sighed contently. Stretching. Yawning. And standing. She kicked off the shoes she had on. And shrugged off the dress she had been wearing. Placing them into the apothecary bag.

She looked at the bottle on her hand before tossing it into the bag as well and closing it. "You have no idea, how much this comes in handy. When you spend all night on a rug at the dark lords feet." She shouldn't have said that. He didn't need to know that. But he raised an eyebrow. Suddenly understanding why she chose the carpet. She grabbed her bag. And moved to walk past him. Slowing to stand infront of him. Looking at him as she did. Why did he just. Stare. She wasnt indecent. She had a slip on. If only she could tell what he was thinking. It was infuriating. Staring at such a blank face. Eyes are the window to the soul. But his were like... An iron cage. Keeping whatever he had locked away in. And anything and everyone out. Even so, once more she tried desperately to see into his mind. But even now. His defences were perfect. She shook her head in exasperation.

She moved past him finally. Not taking his eyes off him. Walking backwards towards his room. She looked in. Then back to him. "Bathroom...?" She asked.

There was no response. "May I.. use it?" She addressed him again. He sighed. Finally moving. "Yes." He nodded at her. She smiled in return. And bowed. Before rushing into the room closing the door behind her. Severus, didn't realize how tense she was making him. How ridged. When she closed the door. He relaxed some. Turning to move back to the door that led to the rest of hogwarts. When Viola popped her head out of the door.

"Query." She hummed. The potion she took allowing the worst of her personality to sleep through. A terrible side effect that will be rectified once she mixed the right concoction.  "Am I.. expected at a certain time. To be at a certain place..? I recall being hired as your... Mistress." She grinned. The joke was hilarious on her end. But she knew it was I'll placed. "I'm.. oh god I'm sorry..." She looked down.

Severus breathed. The humor this witch saw in the situation was.. if he was.. himself. He would laugh but. Whatever she took. She was not herself. Or perhaps she was herself? Either way. She wasn't to be trusted.

But she had a part to play in Hogwarts. "I will.. send for you. Be ready in an hour." He turned. Leaving in a flurry of cape and brooding mystery. She drew back into the room. Closing the door. An hour. She had. An hour to prepare herself for, whatever it was, that she had gotten into.

Now was not the time to loose herself. "Stay strong, Viola."