Cressida: She is not mental, she is pregnant. (felicitousness) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Cressida yawned and padded towards the front room. It wasn't that early, technically, but it was for a Saturday. She knew that people were coming over for brunch this morning, but she was still in her pyjamas, and couldn't be bothered to get dressed just yet. She'd been in town for a week, and the excitement of a new place still hadn't waned. Some of the people she'd met amazed her. The Founders of Hogwarts, and her grandparents before they were all wrinkly. She had heard that Severus was here, but she hadn't met him yet, and she was nervous and excited to.
That's why she was up before he arrived. She was just about to plop onto the couch when the knock sounded at the door. In a completely ungraceful move, Cressida slid on her slippers as she righted herself and rushed headlong towards the door. "I've got it," she called just before she hit the door with a soft thud and a muttered, "oof." She pulled the door open with one hand and pushed her hair out of her face. She had plastered on a smile, but it quickly turned genuine when she saw the man standing on the doorstep. "HI!" She moved back to let him in.
"I'm Cressida. Daddy told me about you. Not this Daddy, but the one from my time. Anyway. I know your face. You're Severus Snape There's a picture of you in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. I've seen it. It's next to Professor Dumbledore. Is that weird? Do you need help? Those look heavy." She looked at the dark haired man still standing on the stoop. "Come in," she all but demanded. "I don't bite." She grinned at him broadly.