#8 ~ A Rather Catty Situation

Introducing Odessa Divine ~ Files Cataloguer at Hogwarts


Odessa Divine put away her parchments and ran her hand idly through her black curls. Another dull day in the tombs over with. She smiled, her green eyes crinkling with delight. Now she could get home to her waiting man.

She tossed her cloak over her shoulders and struggled with the clasp. It barely managed to close over her buxom breasts. She gave her office the once over, waved off the lights, walked out and warded the doors. Like anyone would break into the muggle artifacts cataloging office in the basement of the Ministry.

She walked to the elevator and waited. It magically appeared and the doors slid open. No one else was on board. But then, they never were. No one ever came down here. there was nothing but parchments and more parchments. Odessa stepped into the elevator.

“The lobby,” she said. The doors closed and the elevator ascended to the upper Ministry floors.

Odessa’s daily life was boring. If not for the constant presence of her man, it would be unbearable. Just knowing he was waiting made things better. Then her green eyes narrowed, cat-like into slits. If only that bitch would leave him alone, then everything would be perfect.

Temptress. Whore. Slut. Jezebel.

These descriptive names whirled through her brain concerning her rival as the elevator doors opened and she stepped into the lobby. Windsford, the security wizard, handed Odessa her wand, smiling, hoping beyond hope that today, she’d notice him. But the curvy black-haired green-eyed witch took the wand from his hand absently, without even a thank you and strolled away. Windsford leaned over his desk slightly, to watch the delicious roll of her hips as she departed. What a witch. He sighed and sat back down, resigned to a life of wishing and wanting. Odessa Divine didn’t even know he existed.

In fact, as far as Odessa was concerned, there was only one man in the entire world for her, and she was hurrying home to him. She stopped at the market and picked up a jar of dill pickles. She paid for her purchase and hurried to the public apparation point. She disapparated.

She reappeared in front of her flat, located in a rather nice section of Little Hangelton. She unlocked the door, entered her flat, sat the jar of pickles down on the coffee table and with a wave of her hand turned on the lights.

“I’m home, dear!” she called out in a singsong voice. She looked around the flat, sighing in satisfaction as images of Severus Snape scowled back at her. Plastered over almost every inch of wall space were blown up photos of Severus. Clipped from magazines and newspapers, ordered from picture catalogues, and some even hand-drawn by sketch artists. There were also few pictures where Hermione had been cut or slashed out. Mostly slashed out, the remnant of her image falling in ragged, curling ribbons.

Odessa plopped on her couch, and hugged her Severus Snape throw pillow for a moment, then removed her shoes and slipped into her Severus Snape bedroom slippers. She picked up the jar of pickles and padded into her kitchen, which actually had specially made Severus Snape ceramic tiles over the counter area.

“I bought you some pickles, Severus,” she said out loud, “I know how you love them.” She opened the cooler which was covered in Severus Snape refrigerator magnets, and set the pickle jar down, next to about ten other unopened jars of pickles. She smiled fondly and closed the door.

Opening the cabinet, she took out her favorite Severus Snape mug, and flicked her wand at it, filling it with hot chocolate. She sauntered over to the kitchen table, sat down and rifled through her unread owl posts. She noticed a letter of fine, rich parchment and turned it over. On the back it was sealed in wax, the Hogwarts crest stamp raised upon it. She kicked her feet out in glee. Holding her breath, she opened the letter.

Dear Miss Divine,

Thank you for writing me with your proposal of offering your services to re-catalogue our past student files currently located in the lower regions of Hogwarts. I must advise you that it is a daunting task, as our records go back over six hundred years, and are in some disarray. But the files are valuable, and allow us to trace our school’s history, tracking the wizard and witches that attended our fair school over the centuries.

If your offer still stands, I would be delighted to take you up on it. The job has been long neglected. I will offer you a small salary, room and board at Hogwarts and access to all the perks and privileges we offer. Please owl your reply. I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Odessa clapped her hands and laughed with delight. Holding the letter to her more than ample breasts, she danced around the flat, kissing various photos of a scowling Severus in the process. She stopped before her favorite photo, actually a poster of Severus kissing Hermione, caught by Colin Creevey at Shropshire Gardens the day they battled deatheaters. Only this photo had been magicked. Severus was passionately kissing Odessa. Hermione had been neatly removed.

“At last, at last my dear,” she breathed up at the photo with glistening eyes, “I can come to you, and we can finally consummate our relationship.”

She danced away humming, already planning her departure. Her lover awaited and she knew he was impatient.

She danced into her bedroom and divestoed her clothes, revealing a very shapely body. She had been obviously been generously blessed by the gods of Feminine Charms. Reaching into the top drawer of her bureau, she retrieved her Severus Snape-headed Extendable Dildo, complete with Snaking Tongue, courtesy of the Rapturous Delights Special Edition Catalogue issued by the top provider of Sensual Spells for the Discerning Adult Witch or Wizard. She fell back on the bed.

“Until then, this will have to do,” she purred.

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Sitting in the armchair before the fire in Severus’ study, and reading an old magical text, Hermione suddenly shuddered. Severus looked over at her from behind his issue of Potions Today.

“Are you all right, my dear?” he asked his wife.

Hermione looked at him.

“Yes,” she replied, her brow slightly furrowed, “I just caught a sudden chill, that’s all.”

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A/N: Well well. Odessa Divine. Sexy and crazy as a loon. Obsessed with one snarky, and very married Potions Master and coming to Hogwarts. Hermione better be on guard