Mary MacDonald (quite__contrary) wrote in aparecium_log, @ 2008-04-11 08:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | mary macdonald, severus snape |
RP: After Class
Characters: Severus Snape, Mary MacDonald
Date: 10 September 1977 (Thursday right after Herbology class)
Place: Hogwarts Corridors and Library
Summary: Snape annoys Mary. Alot.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Moaning Myrtle crying. Language.
Severus glared at the back of Mary's head as she bolted out of the greenhouse, obviously intent on cutting their argument short and ignoring him. He slung his bag over his shoulder and marched after her, determined to keep at it. He might've let it go but for the fact that Black had expressly told him to leave her alone, and also for the fact that he found himself enjoying arguing with her. She likely did not feel the same, but he didn't care about that.
"MacDonald," Severus called with mock-friendliness, quickening his step to catch her up. "Come on, MacDonald."
Mary took a deep breath and deliberately didn't look over her shoulder, her bag hanging loosely from one hand in case she had to fend him off by hitting him with it. Class today had been abysmal between the uproar over the dead mandrake in Sprout's personal stores and the fact that Snape just wouldn't lay off her. And then there was the fact that she had dirt in her hair because of an "accident" of some sort and she could practically feel the dirt in her teeth.
It was maddening.
"Come on, what?" she snapped after a moment. "Because you want to walk me to the library and carry my books? Seriously, Snape. Class is over. Our mandatory period for having to work together is over."
"Oh no, have I given offense?" Severus asked, smirking his head off. What with the dead mandrake and being dirty and getting the evil eye from everyone in the class, it hadn't been his favourite two hours of the day, but at least he could make himself feel better by bothering someone Black did not want him bothering. He wondered how long he could get away with following her around.
She stopped in the hall and wheeled around so he nearly bumped into her. "No. I'm this nasty to your average third year. You're not bothering me at all. Now would you just go away. Don't you have... Potions to brew or dogs to kick or something?"
"No," Severus answered simply, still smirking. "I've got plenty more time to devote to pissing you off."
That did it. She stared at him for a moment and then just turned away, walking with her arms wrapped around her chest and her bag dangling off one arm. She wanted to hex him or go off on him, but that would probably only encourage the bastard.
So instead she did the next best thing. She went into the girl's bathroom and closed the door in his face.
Severus stared at the door almost brushing his nose for a few moments. He had a choice, now. He could go away like she expected him to, and find something more productive to do with his time. Or he could turn and lean against the wall next to the door and wait for her.
He wondered how long she was going to be.
Mary stood at the sink, glaring at her reflexion. "Fucking Snape," she hissed, reaching up with her fingers and picking a few dead leaves out of her hair. The dirt would need more work, so she pulled out her hair clip and shook her hair out over the sink before performing a charm on it to clean it up.
"Language," said an irritatingly petulant voice from right beside her. "I don't like that kind of talk in my bathroom. It makes me feel like doing nasty things to people." The ghost glared at her. "This is my toilet and you can't talk about things like that in here."
Mary brushed out her hair and let it hang loose around her shoulders before starting to wash the last bits of dirt off her hands.
"I wasn't talking to you," she said briskly. "I was talking about Snape. You just happened to be here."
"Ohh...." The ghost giggled. "Is he the charming one that's by himself all the time? I like him." She made a happy noise and did a little twirl.
"You would," Mary retorted. Instantly she felt bad as the ghost stared at her, lower lip trembling, before bursting into noisy tears and flying up to flush herself down one of the toilets.
She sighed. And dawdled some more. She put on some lipgloss the other girls had informed her she had to have and she made sure she'd written the Herbology assignment down correctly. And then she checked her watch. And since she hadn't been in here long enough she decided to take a moment and practice her Banishing charms on wadded up paper towels.
So it was a good twenty minutes before she opened the door and stepped out into the corridor.
"Dear God, how long do women take in the bloody bathroom?" Severus burst out as soon as she reappeared. He closed the door with a spell, just in case she tried to escape back in there again.
Wonderful. Just wonderful. "Well seeing as how your experience with women is likely very limited, Snape. I'm not surprised you don't know." Usually she was a piss and wash your hands and dash sort of girl, but she took satisfaction in knowing that if he'd been stuck out here waiting it had been for a long time. "And besides, who said you had to wait for me anyway?"
She glared at him and crossed her arms.
"I have friends who are girls," Severus informed her, annoyed by that comment. "That's why I wondered if it's a bloody law. Unless you were in there gossiping with the ghost," he added, rolling his eyes.
"Yes," Mary said. "And she fancies you, did you know?"
"Oh of course, because we have tea parties every week, and she's very admiring," Severus said sarcastically. "Seriously, were you inventing a potion in there? You certainly had the time."
Mary scowled. "Yes. And sadly, it didn't work. It was supposed to repel unwanted pests." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He was standing directly in front of her and she really wanted to just leave. "Now, as much fun as this has been, I have to get to the library." She moved to go around him, wanting to just find her table in the library and sit down for a few minutes to clear her head.
When he just stood there, she sighed. "You're going to tell me you're going to the library too, aren't you?"
Severus gave her a grim smirk in confirmation. "I have a sudden need for more books."
"Of course you do." She started to walk and gave him a dark look as he fell into step beside her. "You don't happen to have an extra charms book with my name on it do you?"
"I'm not taking charms," Severus reminded her. "Surely you've noticed."
"Yes. Believe me, I have." She let out an exasperated sigh. "And I didn't ask if you were taking the class, I asked if you had my book. You might have picked it up in class or something for all I know. Although I was pretty certain I had it in the library on Monday." She stopped, puzzled. Because for a moment there they were almost having a conversation. She wondered if Mandrake bites caused a victim to have hallucinations.
"Yes, MacDonald, I stole your charms book," Severus said, rolling his eyes. "I look at it and think of you longingly," he finished sarcastically.
Mary's face heated up before she thought about it and she looked away. God, he was such a bastard.
"Just as long as you don't fondle it," she snapped. They reached the library and she headed back towards the table she usually studied at. It was a bit hidden and she liked it that way. She expected him to go off with one of his Slytherin mates. About time. And hopefully some of her friends would be here. Unfortunately, they weren't. Shite. Why didn't Gryffindors study more?
"You talk about fondling, and then you lead me into a secluded nook," Severus said, peering around. He obviously was not going to go find his mates.
That brought her up short. She felt an odd prickle of something very much like fear roll down her spine, enough that it made her swallow hard. She had no idea why, but it had something to do with the library and being back here... alone.
"I'm not leading you anywhere," she said. "Just getting a book." She grabbed a History text she'd read before off the shelves and moved back to the tables that were in view of the front desk, even if not that many people were in here right now.
For some reason she was really starting to get scared, and she had no idea why. "Please," she said. "Can't you just go somewhere else?"
Severus blinked, then arched a brow at her. "Merlin, MacDonald, I'm still taking the piss, don't get your knickers in a twist."
She stared at him for a moment and then sat down, feeling a bit defeated and taking out her books. "Well, take it somewhere else then or sit down and be quiet while we study. One of the two."
Severus dropped down into the seat across from her, giving her a surprised look. "You realise you just invited me to sit here." He paused. "You realise you're going to regret that."
"Only if you're not quiet." She opened her book and spread out her parchment, dipping her quill into her ink and considering her essay. Part of her was very disturbed, because telling him to sit down and shut up wasn't an invitation, was it?
She dug for her glasses and put them on before looking up at him discretely through the lenses. Why did he even sit down?
Severus smirked at her again. "I'm not good at following directions."
Mary shut her eyes for a moment. Perhaps she could pretend he wasn't here. Obviously asking him to leave hadn't worked. Nor had being mean. Nor had asking him to sit down. Yes. Obliviousness was key. So she opened her eyes and began to scratch at her essay. Somewhat loudly, with her quill. And she deliberately did not look at him. Yes. Pretend it was Sirius, who currently she wanted to also kill for his comment to her in his journal.
Shite. Just thinking about it had made her spatter ink. She cleared it with her wand and started the sentence again. "Damn you," she muttered softly, unaware she had said anything.
Severus dug out his own quill as he watched her, and after a moment, he began doodling in her margins. A stick figure girl (identifiable as such by the skirt and the long hair) emerged as she fiddled with her essay.
Without thinking, she reached out and moved his hand away with her own as she would to Remus or Sirius. "I'm working here." She looked up at him. "You know. If you keep this up, Snape, I'm going to have to start to think that you fancy me." She said it with a raised eyebrow and a disdainful look. "Following me around. Sitting with me. Drawing on my parchment." Now if that didn't make him bolt screaming...
"Annoying the piss out of you?" Severus added, tilting his head. "Is that how you like it? Shouting and hexing as flirtation? You're a twisted girl, MacDonald."
Her cheeks flushed red. Because other then the hexing it sort of described her relationship with Sirius ninety percent of the time.
"No." She drew a line through a mistake on her essay then used her wand to erase it and Snape's doodle. "So you admit you hexed me then." She decided not to rise to his bait any more then she already had.
"No," Severus said, propping his hand on his chin. "It was just a trip jinx, which even a first-year knows is different than a hex, and you already took points."
She looked up and met his eyes. "Snape? What do I have to do to get you to just leave me alone? Do you gain that much pleasure out of annoying me?"
"Yes," Severus said. "Yes I do." He paused. "Although you're being rather boring just now, not arguing back or even insulting me."
That was it. She was done with this. "You know what Snape? Piss off. Seriously." She stood up and began shoving her things into her bag. The ink she left on the table and she pushed it into his lap. "Don't follow me. Leave me alone."
She strode off out of the library. That was it. If he wanted to follow her at this point then... he was a complete moron. Which was distinctly possible.
Oh yeah right, like dumping ink in his lap was going to make him run in terror? "I'm so afraid," Severus mumbled unconvincingly under his breath, and then dabbed at the spreading stain across the front of his trousers, because was that... Grape. She had scented ink. "You made my dick smell like grapes, MacDonald," he said to himself. "Now that, surely, is flirtation."