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Chapter 2: Applications And Awkwardness
A/N: thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, this upload is so quick because ive spent my weekend in bed sick and writing. This is also for emmylovesdraco, because she asked nicely :)
Chapter 2: Applications and Awkwardness
Severus stared at the mound of paperwork on his desk with wonder. The envelopes were in all different colours, shapes and scents. There were about 300 in all but he was relatively aware that most of these applications were bullshit.
It was 9.00am when he started; he had waded through about 250 when he came across it. It was a parchment that was the same as most others. It was non-descript but all the same the loopy handwriting struck something inside him. It was familiar but he couldn’t place it.
He slit it open with his letter-opener and three feet of parchment fell out.
“Hermione Granger
Age: 22
Qualifications:….”
Snape dropped the parchment as though it were made of lava. She applied? Why would she apply? He knew her qualifications already; lord knows Minerva bragged enough about her star student’s achievements. He decided to not read the name on the parchment and simply look at the qualifications and skills.
After a further three hours, darkness had fallen around the castle and Severus had managed to weed the applicants down to 10. When he found he couldn’t narrow it down any further, he decided to bring those ten in for interviews. He sighed as he wrote the letters, knowing Miss Grangers was the last one on the list.
…
“Miss Hermione Granger,
You have been selected to interview for the position of Charms teacher and Ravenclaw head of house. Your interview will take place on Monday at 4.30pm, lateness will cause immediate disqualification. You will be required to perform a certain amount of charms, so please be prepared for a practical test.
Regards
Severus Snape
Headmaster: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
Hermione jumped around the kitchen like an excited kitten. She knew that she was in a very shallow pool of applicants and that she had a real chance for this job. However she stopped dancing when she realised that it was the school holidays and she would simply be with Snape, alone and she hadn’t seen him since the night she humiliated herself. She shook herself slightly out of her stupor before realising that she couldn’t give up the opportunity of a lifetime just because it would be humiliating.
On Monday at 3.30pm Hermione Granger appeared outside the gates of Hogwarts.
She looked presentable, her hair pulled back into a decent bun, flyaway strands from her apparition curled around her face and stuck in her pale gloss. She walked upward to the headmaster’s office and stopped shortly when she saw a row of six chairs with five people in them. She had totally forgotten that she wasn’t the only applicant. She took the empty seat and tried to take up as little space as possible. The other five applicants were 2 male and 3 female. None of them looked as though they had anything special about them; they were just the same as her. Except she didn’t recognise them, so they all must have attended different schools and colleges.
Suddenly the two male applicants turned toward each other and started having a conversation that could only have occurred if they known each other, the women did the same.
‘Great, I’m an outcast in eighteen seconds’ Hermione thought as she drew further into herself.
After an hour she was with a male applicant and a female one. They had melded into a group of two, and as she had not made a squeak in the hour she had been sitting there, they didn’t seem to notice her.
Hermione’s name was called from the top of the winding staircase, and she ascended, nervous, about to come face to face with the man she had studiously avoided for the past 4 years.
…
The office was surprisingly warm. It was coated in lush greens and oak. It was spacious, but didn’t feel cold. Severus Snape was sitting behind a desk made of the most exquisite redwood she could imagine. He was wearing glasses, and looked slightly older.
His black hair was no longer lank, it just was, and there was no description for it other than it being black hair. His nose was as prominent as ever and his mouth was set in a look of concentration. His eyes swept over her and he told her to sit in a familiar tone that made her feel 18 years old again.
“Miss Granger, please engorge the water jug and glasses before you, and fill them all with water.” He stated simply sitting back in the overly elaborate chair and pressing his fingers together.
Hermione smiled at him and did as he asked. As opposed to shouting as some of the other applicants had done, once she had engorged the simply jug and glasses she simply whispered
“Augmenti” and filled the jug, before pouring water out of it into the glasses. She pushed one in Snape’s general direction and held the other in her hand.
He asked her a few questions about her education, skipping over her primary schooling as he obviously already knew where she had attended. She told him about her university thesis, and how she had come very close to securing a shield charm strong enough to block an unforgivable curse.
Snape quirked his eyebrow at this but offered her no other form of encouragement.
After ten minutes of interviewing her he was ready to ask his final question.
“Miss Granger, for my final question I would like to put you in a hypothetical situation in which you will pass judgement for me. You come across two students duelling in the halls. One is a third year and the other a sixth. The third year is in Slytherin and is winning the duel. The sixth year is in your house, Ravenclaw, and is almost unconscious. How do you initially react, punish and deal with the situation?”
Snape loved this question. Regardless of where they went to school, all the applicants had known about the reputations for the houses and while they had tried to show impartial judgement had obviously favoured Ravenclaw.
“Well sir, it depends on the nature of the duel. Was it friendly? If it was a friendly duel between two friends or relations who just happen to be in different houses I would heal the sixth year’s wounds and take ten points from each house. As well as giving them a detention writing lines about appropriate times and places for practicing charms. However if it were a duel based on serious inter-house rivalry, I would body bind them both, take both to the hospital wing, make sure they were thoroughly healed, contact the head of Slytherin house and form a plan of attack from there.” Hermione stated this smugly.
Snape gave her a small nod and stood to show her out, and finally as he shook her hand and told her of when they would be in contact he leaned in and whispered
“It’s nice to see you sober…”
She released his hand and fled down the stairs.
When she got home she made herself a very strong cup of tea and sat down in her favourite armchair.
That was damned awkward.
...
A/N: So just a note on the voting ive asked you to put in your reviews, im not going to spoil it by telling you what happens to the winner, but regardless of who wins both Harry and Ron will be very important in the story, helping our favourite characters to get together :) The tally so far is Harry - 2 and Ron - 1
Don't forget to review and vote either Harry Or Ron, its important, i promise!!!
thanks for reading!
Chapter 2: Applications and Awkwardness
Severus stared at the mound of paperwork on his desk with wonder. The envelopes were in all different colours, shapes and scents. There were about 300 in all but he was relatively aware that most of these applications were bullshit.
It was 9.00am when he started; he had waded through about 250 when he came across it. It was a parchment that was the same as most others. It was non-descript but all the same the loopy handwriting struck something inside him. It was familiar but he couldn’t place it.
He slit it open with his letter-opener and three feet of parchment fell out.
“Hermione Granger
Age: 22
Qualifications:….”
Snape dropped the parchment as though it were made of lava. She applied? Why would she apply? He knew her qualifications already; lord knows Minerva bragged enough about her star student’s achievements. He decided to not read the name on the parchment and simply look at the qualifications and skills.
After a further three hours, darkness had fallen around the castle and Severus had managed to weed the applicants down to 10. When he found he couldn’t narrow it down any further, he decided to bring those ten in for interviews. He sighed as he wrote the letters, knowing Miss Grangers was the last one on the list.
…
“Miss Hermione Granger,
You have been selected to interview for the position of Charms teacher and Ravenclaw head of house. Your interview will take place on Monday at 4.30pm, lateness will cause immediate disqualification. You will be required to perform a certain amount of charms, so please be prepared for a practical test.
Regards
Severus Snape
Headmaster: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
Hermione jumped around the kitchen like an excited kitten. She knew that she was in a very shallow pool of applicants and that she had a real chance for this job. However she stopped dancing when she realised that it was the school holidays and she would simply be with Snape, alone and she hadn’t seen him since the night she humiliated herself. She shook herself slightly out of her stupor before realising that she couldn’t give up the opportunity of a lifetime just because it would be humiliating.
On Monday at 3.30pm Hermione Granger appeared outside the gates of Hogwarts.
She looked presentable, her hair pulled back into a decent bun, flyaway strands from her apparition curled around her face and stuck in her pale gloss. She walked upward to the headmaster’s office and stopped shortly when she saw a row of six chairs with five people in them. She had totally forgotten that she wasn’t the only applicant. She took the empty seat and tried to take up as little space as possible. The other five applicants were 2 male and 3 female. None of them looked as though they had anything special about them; they were just the same as her. Except she didn’t recognise them, so they all must have attended different schools and colleges.
Suddenly the two male applicants turned toward each other and started having a conversation that could only have occurred if they known each other, the women did the same.
‘Great, I’m an outcast in eighteen seconds’ Hermione thought as she drew further into herself.
After an hour she was with a male applicant and a female one. They had melded into a group of two, and as she had not made a squeak in the hour she had been sitting there, they didn’t seem to notice her.
Hermione’s name was called from the top of the winding staircase, and she ascended, nervous, about to come face to face with the man she had studiously avoided for the past 4 years.
…
The office was surprisingly warm. It was coated in lush greens and oak. It was spacious, but didn’t feel cold. Severus Snape was sitting behind a desk made of the most exquisite redwood she could imagine. He was wearing glasses, and looked slightly older.
His black hair was no longer lank, it just was, and there was no description for it other than it being black hair. His nose was as prominent as ever and his mouth was set in a look of concentration. His eyes swept over her and he told her to sit in a familiar tone that made her feel 18 years old again.
“Miss Granger, please engorge the water jug and glasses before you, and fill them all with water.” He stated simply sitting back in the overly elaborate chair and pressing his fingers together.
Hermione smiled at him and did as he asked. As opposed to shouting as some of the other applicants had done, once she had engorged the simply jug and glasses she simply whispered
“Augmenti” and filled the jug, before pouring water out of it into the glasses. She pushed one in Snape’s general direction and held the other in her hand.
He asked her a few questions about her education, skipping over her primary schooling as he obviously already knew where she had attended. She told him about her university thesis, and how she had come very close to securing a shield charm strong enough to block an unforgivable curse.
Snape quirked his eyebrow at this but offered her no other form of encouragement.
After ten minutes of interviewing her he was ready to ask his final question.
“Miss Granger, for my final question I would like to put you in a hypothetical situation in which you will pass judgement for me. You come across two students duelling in the halls. One is a third year and the other a sixth. The third year is in Slytherin and is winning the duel. The sixth year is in your house, Ravenclaw, and is almost unconscious. How do you initially react, punish and deal with the situation?”
Snape loved this question. Regardless of where they went to school, all the applicants had known about the reputations for the houses and while they had tried to show impartial judgement had obviously favoured Ravenclaw.
“Well sir, it depends on the nature of the duel. Was it friendly? If it was a friendly duel between two friends or relations who just happen to be in different houses I would heal the sixth year’s wounds and take ten points from each house. As well as giving them a detention writing lines about appropriate times and places for practicing charms. However if it were a duel based on serious inter-house rivalry, I would body bind them both, take both to the hospital wing, make sure they were thoroughly healed, contact the head of Slytherin house and form a plan of attack from there.” Hermione stated this smugly.
Snape gave her a small nod and stood to show her out, and finally as he shook her hand and told her of when they would be in contact he leaned in and whispered
“It’s nice to see you sober…”
She released his hand and fled down the stairs.
When she got home she made herself a very strong cup of tea and sat down in her favourite armchair.
That was damned awkward.
...
A/N: So just a note on the voting ive asked you to put in your reviews, im not going to spoil it by telling you what happens to the winner, but regardless of who wins both Harry and Ron will be very important in the story, helping our favourite characters to get together :) The tally so far is Harry - 2 and Ron - 1
Don't forget to review and vote either Harry Or Ron, its important, i promise!!!
thanks for reading!