Harry Potter

Rei smiled slightly and locked her hands behind her head. "That's sorta random but thanks."

"Random is efinitely my middle name.. GOD I NEED A HANGOVER CURE!" She muttered, "I wish Severus was here for that reason alone."

"You can't make one?" Rei glanced over at her friend.

"I could, but I'm not gifted in potions and would likely end up ruining it.. My daughter is very gifted though.." She muttered softly.

"If you just want a simple hangover cure, I can do that." Rei shrugged slightly. "That's one of the few potions that I can do."

The days went by, seven to be exact, and Belle flourished. She was doing potions homework from 3rd year now, due to her substitute teachers command. Bailey was still missing Severus, but she had taken up permanent housing in his room for now. The smell reminded her of him, his sweet scent. As she made her way towards his room at 2 in the morning, fro the dining hall. She had a cup of tea in her hands and a croissant for a snack, she made her way towards his chambers calmly and in the dark.

In the hall, not too far ahead of her, there was a figure with a trunk floating behind it, seemingly attempting to get into Snape's chambers.

Bailey looked at the figure and pulled out her wand silently, pointing it at the back of the figure's head. "You better step away from those chambers." She hissed, "Unless you want to get cursed."

The figure didn't even have to move and Bailey's wand was flung down the hallway away from her. "Lumos." The figure murmured and his wand flared to life, revealing that the figure was Snape, looking slightly worse for the wear. "Now why would I have to do that? These chambers are mine, if I am not mistaken." He frowned slightly.

Bailey lowered her expression of anger. "There's been a lot of students and the like trying to get in them. I changed the password for that reason. It's Snapples." She said calmly, she rubbed her hand softly, "Have a good night.." She turned on her heel and started to walk towards the stairs again. Obviously he was going to discover she had been staying in his room, it was clearly obvious, but he didn't need to know now. She just wanted to run up and hug him.

"OI!" The painting to his chamber said, "Chickadee?" Which is what this gallant night called her. "Aren't you going to get your things?" Bailey lingered for a moment, but then continued walked.

Snape just watched her silently as she talked. He scowled at the paining slightly after it spoke so brashly. "Wait." He spoke even quieter than he usually did. "You have been staying in my chambers?"

Bailey stopped quickly and spun around, she stared at the floor and her body never shifted, "Yeah.." She said softly. She had no explanation, either.

"Why?" He tilted his head to the side, ever so slightly.

Bailey shrugged, "Figure it out, you're a smart man." She said softly. "Good night, Professor."

He scowled. "Aren't you going to get your things?"

Bailey stopped in her tracks. "Yeah, I guess so.." Se muttered softly and looked at the painting, "Snapples.." When the doors opened she entered the room and made her way towards the desk where she had left some papers, waving her wand as the clothes on the floor magically were neatly folded and floating in a pile. "I think.. that's it.." She said, glancing around.

"Why were you staying in here?" He stood in the doorway behind her.

Bailey looked at him, "Severus, not now. You just came back.. I don't want you running away again, so let's not get into this fight.. or Discussion, again." She said, looking at the floor.

"I did not leave because of you." He stated simply. "I am enough of a man to not run away from my problems like that anymore."

"But the point is, you left." She said softly, "Let me by, I'll go back to my room.." Suddenly thunder shook the entire castle and Bailey glanced up, frightened at the noise.

"I had to. Under orders from Albus." He frowned slightly. When the thunder sounded, Snape jumped a bit more than he usually would.

Bailey looked at him, "And you couldn't tell me.. or tell your daughter?" She looked at him, "If you died being a spy.. Your daughter would never forgive herself for not speaking to you one last time and neither would I." She said softly.

"I was not allowed to tell anyone." He paused. "If I could have, I would have."

Bailey shrugged, "That's your future.." She said, "I'd like to leave."

He frowned slightly. "And what would you have me do instead?"