Irish Melody

\"So what do you know?\" Professor Snape walked around his desk to sit infront of Isibeal. She was dressed in clothes borrowed from Devin\'s brother. A pair of loose fitting trousers, and a blue long sleeve button up shirt. She didn\'t want her Professor to see her for what they both knew she was.
\"I know somethings.\" Isibeal rolled her quill in her hands.
\"Show me.\" Isibeal took the quill and quite easily made it float in the air, then changed the color of the desk from black to red to purple then back to black.
\"Just charm spells.\"
\"Good, there\'s a section i don\'t need to start from the basics with. So take out your wand...\" Isibeal looked around.
\"I don\'t have a wand.\"
\"Oh Merlin! That\'s alright..We can start with Potions. You don\'t need your wand for begining. But by the time we start more advanced processess i expect a wand in your hand.\"
\"Yes Professor Snape.\" She followed him to a cupboard, and helped him set up the ingredients. He toldher of the differneces between nightshade and deadly nightshade. He went through the different cuts of plants. How to extract a liquid. She giggled as he spilt toad legs all over the counters and they started to jump away. She helped him catch every last one of them. Before they knew it, the hours had past and it was now midnight. The clock tower struck it with a loud thud. Snape looked at the clock on the wall.
\" Sorry to have kept you so long. Tomorrow evening i promis i will not force you into keeping here for so long.\" He wanted to punch himself for sounding so apologetic. This prostitute..then he thought about it. She wasn\'t much older then 18, she was still very naive in many ways. He wasn\'t to judge her chocie of life, giving herself away to some one else. He himself commited such acts when he was younger, he remembered his time spent with the DeathEaters. Then a soft hand began to shake him gently.
\"Excuse me Professor..\" Snape came out of his trance.
\"Yes Miss McOugh?\"
\"No need to apologize. I want to learn as much as you\'ll teach me.\" She smiled as she made her way to the fireplace. \"Well, Goodnight. I shall see you tomorrow this time. With a wand...\" She blushed.
\"Yes good evening.\" And she was gone just like that. He walked around the room, taking in her scent, she smelled of wild flowers. Not like the other women he had emt from Knockturn Alley, who all had a rough musk scent. She was the lightest flowery sme-
\"Severus...Who was your guest?\" A sweet voice asked.
\"What? Albus, excuse me Headmaster. She is my tutorial, Isibeal.\"
\"Isibeal McOugh, daughter of Maeb McOugh. Yes i know of her mother well.\"
\"Headmaster?\"
\"Oh Severus,\" the greying man chuckled \"she was once the Charms master at a small wizarding school in Ireland, but one day left i guess to enjoy a life less filled with responsibilities. Yet i believe she gained one in return. Lovely girl.\"
\"She is suprisingly smart. I didn\'t..well from her background.\"
\"Well from what i heard it sounded as though you might have met some one with whom you may carry a civilized conversation with.\"
\"What are you trying to say Headmaster?\"
\"Nothing Severus. Good evening i shall see you in the morn\'.\"
\"Goodnight sir.\"

After the old man left his labs, Severus made his way to his room. He sighed heavily as he laid down. Thoughts raced in his head. Of the young girl who made the wry comments and used a flawless dry humor with him tonight. Would be the same girl who right now at this minute is probably out on the streets giving herself to men, who would never see anything more, then a curvacious body, and ruby red lips. He couldn\'t stop thinking about the men who would be fondling her, taking everything that still kept her pure. Little did he know, what happened when Isibeal did return home.

\"Isibeal...Isibeal..Where have you been?\" A frail Brunette with a strong irish accent asked the little redhead.
\"Out mother.How are you feeling?\" Isibeal sat down next to the woman who laid motionless on her bed.
\"Better..\"
\"Do you want me to make you something? Tea.?\"
\"Yes darling.\" She delivered it right away to her mother. The old woman drifted off to sleep. Then Isibeal began to clean up the house. Everything was a mess from her mother\'s friends, who just came in and out. sometimes stayed for days. Isibeal picked up every dirty sock, every empty box. She cleaned the hosue every night to make it sparkle. Then when she returned to her mother, she was awake.
\"Are you ready to bathe mother?\" Isibeal lifted her mother and brought her to the large basin filled with warm water. She bathed her mother\'s back and shoulders. Then washed her hair. Then carefully lifting her up, she brought her back to back. She changed her inot sleepwear. then kissed her on the forehead.
\"Goodnight momma.\"
\"Goodnight dearest.\" Her mother tossed from side to side. Then slipped comfortably back to sleep. As Isibeal showered and laid down in bed, ready for sleep. This was her everyday, now there was a calm to it. One day she could give her mother something more then this life.