The Magick Of Salem

As soon as class began, Severus took a seat in at the back of the dingy classroom, the musty air reminding him of his own lair at Hogwarts. His eyes were on the professor, but his mind was on the girl... he hated her. Plain and simple. He had no earthly clue why, but he did. But it wasnt a normal hate; it was more like a grudging admiration/absolute hatred. From the first time she talked to him, trying to make idle conversation... Fortunately, the feelings were mutual and Morrigan glared at him from ther table, earning a snort from a nearby clanmate. Half the class passed that way until she was broken from her angry revenue.

\"And what do you find so facinating, Ms. Murphy?\" An icy voice came from the head of the room and her eyes flew vto the source. Her professor was staring at her, an eyebrow quirked in annoyance.


\"Erm... I.. nothing, sir.\" Was her stuttering reply, one that made Snape and a few other classmates smirk.

The rest of Potions passed rather uneventfully and she was looking foreward to her next one. Polo class was always her favorite, and she was head of her clan team. She figured that she could blow off some steam on the field without having to see Snape, the rat bastard that he was. Boy was she ever wrong. She nearly flung herself out of the dungeon and sped to her clan common before flying up to her private rooms. She slammed the dood dud dumped her books onto the floor. She quickly changed into her uniform and strapped on all of her guards before pulling on her boots. She grabbed her gloves and helmet before hurrying out the door. She meandered her way through the corridors and exited through the left wing, out to the stables. The sight waiting for her nearly caused her to fall over.


Of course, the bloody brits were standing patiently by her clans stable (presumably because it was the closest to the castle), gazing around in slight awe. She growled and decided that is she could pretend they wer\'nt there, they wouldnt be. She tromped to the other side of the barn where her chestnut Irish Draught mare was chewing her hay amiably. She shook her head and pulled a green halter off the hook hanging next to the stall before unlocking it and stepping in.


Snape watched Morrigan\'s face as her eyes fell on his group and held back an evil grin. He followed her around the barn and watched as she stepped into a random stall. He raised a brow at her grace as she fit the halter in one swift motion around the horse\'s head, with little protest from the equine. Morrigan pulled a lead rope from the stall next to her, clipped it to the halter, and led the beast out to a pair of crossties. Severus wondered why the horse hadnt trampled her already, but kept watching.


She grabbed a tool that looked suspiciously like some sort of torture device from a nearby tack box and approached the horse, lifting its front leg and cleaning the hoof throroughly.




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Really very bored with this story............