Post by LILY POTTER on Jan 8, 2010 20:14:23 GMT -8
The first time she communicated with the portrait of Professor Snape she didn’t like him, not in the slightest. He had a sneer that reminded her of Annabella Bletchley, and a way of making her feel incredibly stupid. She was not stupid, but then again, she’d never asked an unbiased observer.
“What is it about the Headmaster’s office that little Miss Potter finds so,” sneer, “fascinating?”
She frowned. It wasn’t her fault that she was never seriously reprimanded. The Headmaster never saw fit to punish her the way he punished Annabella Bletchley or Scorpius Malfoy, or Genevieve Warrington, or any of those Slytherins. It was true that she was never punished like everyone else, and it was true that it didn’t particularly bother her, but that didn’t mean it was her fault that she was never given anything more than a half-hearted scolding.
“I do not find the Headmaster’s office fascinating.”
The protest sounded silly to her own ears, and it sounded even more ridiculous when the comment was directed at a portrait. The man with the sleek black hair, and the dark, disapproving eyes, snorted.
“Then why, pray tell, do I spot you sitting here so often?”
“That is no concern of yours.” She retorted feeling her ears turn red, an unfortunate genetic trait that made her look particularly idiotic when she chose to argue with others.
The portrait shrugged.
“Your grandmother sat in that chair about three times in her life, and never for a punishment, goes to show how good characteristics,” sneer, “skip a few generations.”
Lily blinked, unsure of which grandmother he was talking about, “I’d suspect that Nana Molly got into a few fist fights back in the day.”
She could have sworn she saw the crotchety man crack a grin, a genuine I-am-amused-by-that-comment grin, but he rolled his eyes and it was quickly concealed.
“Goes to show intelligence skips around a few generations as well, or maybe you take after your dimwitted grandfather.”
“Granddad Arthur is not dimwitted!”
“Oh, for Salazar’s sake, James Potter, I’m talking about James Potter.”
Realization dawned on her, and her brown eyes widened considerably, “You knew Lily Potter?”
The portrait winced surreptitiously at the sound of her name, and the sneer disappeared immediately from his face and he was quiet, thoughtful, nostalgic.
“Lily Evans,” the lack of ‘Potter’ did not go unnoticed by the younger girl, “was my best friend.”
It seemed odd to Lily Luna, that the supposedly beautiful, intelligent, heroine of the Wizarding World was best friends with this oily looking, cranky old man. Nevertheless, she was fascinated.
“Miss Potter?”
The portrait immediately turned in the other direction, seemingly finished with their too short conversation.
The Headmaster smiled at the fifteen year old in spite of himself, “Why is it that you continue to pull those silly practical jokes? You’re a very talented, lovely young lady, don’t you think you could find better use of your time?”
Lily, who was still peering at the portrait, turned a sugary smile on the Headmaster.
“Of course, Headmaster, I’m very sorry.”
The regal, elderly man gave her a dewy smile, “That’s all right, my dear, now run along and mind your studies.”
“Of course,” Lily threw another furtive glance at the portrait. He was pretending to sleep and it irked her, this best friend of Lily Evans Potter.
The gold plate underneath the portrait read Severus Tobias Snape, and for some odd reason Lily knew it would not be the last time she saw this sarcastic headmaster as she collected her books and made her way out of the office with all due haste
“What is it about the Headmaster’s office that little Miss Potter finds so,” sneer, “fascinating?”
She frowned. It wasn’t her fault that she was never seriously reprimanded. The Headmaster never saw fit to punish her the way he punished Annabella Bletchley or Scorpius Malfoy, or Genevieve Warrington, or any of those Slytherins. It was true that she was never punished like everyone else, and it was true that it didn’t particularly bother her, but that didn’t mean it was her fault that she was never given anything more than a half-hearted scolding.
“I do not find the Headmaster’s office fascinating.”
The protest sounded silly to her own ears, and it sounded even more ridiculous when the comment was directed at a portrait. The man with the sleek black hair, and the dark, disapproving eyes, snorted.
“Then why, pray tell, do I spot you sitting here so often?”
“That is no concern of yours.” She retorted feeling her ears turn red, an unfortunate genetic trait that made her look particularly idiotic when she chose to argue with others.
The portrait shrugged.
“Your grandmother sat in that chair about three times in her life, and never for a punishment, goes to show how good characteristics,” sneer, “skip a few generations.”
Lily blinked, unsure of which grandmother he was talking about, “I’d suspect that Nana Molly got into a few fist fights back in the day.”
She could have sworn she saw the crotchety man crack a grin, a genuine I-am-amused-by-that-comment grin, but he rolled his eyes and it was quickly concealed.
“Goes to show intelligence skips around a few generations as well, or maybe you take after your dimwitted grandfather.”
“Granddad Arthur is not dimwitted!”
“Oh, for Salazar’s sake, James Potter, I’m talking about James Potter.”
Realization dawned on her, and her brown eyes widened considerably, “You knew Lily Potter?”
The portrait winced surreptitiously at the sound of her name, and the sneer disappeared immediately from his face and he was quiet, thoughtful, nostalgic.
“Lily Evans,” the lack of ‘Potter’ did not go unnoticed by the younger girl, “was my best friend.”
It seemed odd to Lily Luna, that the supposedly beautiful, intelligent, heroine of the Wizarding World was best friends with this oily looking, cranky old man. Nevertheless, she was fascinated.
“Miss Potter?”
The portrait immediately turned in the other direction, seemingly finished with their too short conversation.
The Headmaster smiled at the fifteen year old in spite of himself, “Why is it that you continue to pull those silly practical jokes? You’re a very talented, lovely young lady, don’t you think you could find better use of your time?”
Lily, who was still peering at the portrait, turned a sugary smile on the Headmaster.
“Of course, Headmaster, I’m very sorry.”
The regal, elderly man gave her a dewy smile, “That’s all right, my dear, now run along and mind your studies.”
“Of course,” Lily threw another furtive glance at the portrait. He was pretending to sleep and it irked her, this best friend of Lily Evans Potter.
The gold plate underneath the portrait read Severus Tobias Snape, and for some odd reason Lily knew it would not be the last time she saw this sarcastic headmaster as she collected her books and made her way out of the office with all due haste
