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Quaffle and Chain	By : CelesWarren Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 4445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does. I do own Celes though! I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5. The Argument

She popped strait out of her chair at this insult, and Snape followed suit, they both glared at one another, neither one planning to back down anytime soon.

The atmosphere of the usually comfortable Staffroom became tense and heated from the battle of wills, and before long merely staring each other down turned into a shouting match to rival the noise of a Quidditch game!

“You’re just jealous that my students actually learn something useful!”

“I’d like to see how useful being able to cross-stitch is when you’ve drunk poison!”

“My class doesn’t just consist of sewing!”

“Pardon me! Let us not forget your lessons on preparing a proper pot roast!”

“You’ve criticized my class for the last time Snape!”

“Hardly! There’s still plenty of insults I’ve saved back for that waste of time you call a class!”

“Your conception was a waste of time!”

“So we’re up to personal insults now are we?”

“That’s right you greasy git!”

“Yellow haired harpy!”

“Big nose!”

“Brainless twit!”

“Crotchety old geezer!”

“Tart!”

She gasped in horror at the insult as though she couldn’t believe he’d just called her such a horrible name, they were both out of breath from yelling at this point in the argument and stood there glaring and panting at one another.

Celes finally broke the intense silence,

“You take that back right now!”

He crossed his arms and sneered at her.

“I call them like I see them.”, he stated coolly in a matter-of-fact tone.

She was seething with anger at this point and not really thinking clearly for the haze of fury that seemed to be blocking out all sense of good decision making.

He smirked with amused satisfaction at having won the argument.

“Oh my did I hit a nerv—

*POP!*

Before she could even think to stop herself her fist flew through the air and landed squarely on his cheek just below the left eye. He stumbled backwards a few steps, his hand on his cheek. His eyes were wide with surprise, and then quickly they began turning dark with anger.

Celes regretted her actions immediately and clasped her hands to her mouth in horror of what she’d done, but it was already too late.

He turned towards the door and stormed out, black robes billowing as he went.

A group of maybe 30 to 40 students were gathered in a cluster outside the Staffroom door, they quickly moved out of the way for Professor Snape to leave, and then just as quickly grouped back together to watch Celes slump back into her chair and begin to cry.

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It had been 3 days since the Staffroom argument, and still there was no mention of it from Headmistress McGonagall. Celes didn’t understand it, at least 30 students saw the aftermath and were still gossiping about it everywhere they went, and Snape himself had developed a horrible black eye that was still puffy and purple. Why hadn’t Minerva done or said anything about it? It was as though she was ignoring the situation completely!

It made Celes feel on edge, as though she were just waiting for things to come crashing down at any moment.

She tried several times to apologize to Professor Snape, but he would have none of it. Her verbal apologies were either met with slammed doors or Snape walking away and ignoring her. Once she even tried leaving a salve she’d bought him in Hogsmeade that reduced bruising in front of his office door, but when she came back to check if he’d used it she saw Filch cleaning up the broken remains of it from the wall and floor while grumbling about ‘filthy little children’.

She honestly just wished he’d forgive her and talk to her again, even if all he had to say was a snarky remark about how useless her job was it was better than being ignored.

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Towards the end of the month, when classes were coming to a close for the summer, Celes had to get ready for her appointment at the Ministry Headquarters. Today would be the day she was to give a few drops of blood in order to be sorted into the database of eligible witches for the Marriage Law.

She got ready that morning as she usually did, but instead of feeling excited to see her students she felt a sickening dread start to build in her stomach. She didn’t want to be sorted into some sort of database, she didn’t want to be forced into marriage, and she certainly didn’t want to have some government body sticking their noses into her personal business.

After breakfast she made her way to the Headmistress’ office to use the only available Floo network in the castle, after the war security in Hogwarts had been tightened even further and Minerva decided it was wise to have the only useable Floo fireplace in her office under her direct supervision.

She entered the office and found McGonagall seated at her desk, busily going over various documents, she didn’t look up but just muttered a soft greeting and continued on with her work.

Looking around she noticed someone else was in the office. Professor Snape was standing in front of the fireplace, a bit of Floo Powder was trickling out of his closed fist and hitting the floor. He looked up when Minerva greeted Celes and scowled briefly before throwing the powder in and practically growling ‘The Ministry of Magic’, and in a flare of green flames he was gone.

She hadn’t thought about the fact that Snape would have to submit his blood today too, she felt guilty and ashamed at how violently she’d acted towards him. Sure he was asking for it, but it was wrong.

Taking some Floo Powder in her hand she too stepped in front of the fireplace, and hesitantly said ‘The Ministry of Magic’. In a flash of blinding green light she was whisked away and soon found herself in the Ministry Headquarters, it took her a moment to get her balance and stop the feelings of nausea. Traveling by Floo was in her opinion the worst means of travel imaginable!

The long hallway she was in consisted of many fireplaces just like the one she’d just stepped out from, and there were people everywhere going in and out of them. Everyone seemed to be very busy going to their destinations, and it took a little time to grab someone’s attention long enough to get directions to where she was supposed to go.

She did eventually make her way to the Marriage Law section, but arrived late enough for the receptionist to give her a disapproving glare and seat her in the waiting room to do just that.

Not only were they forcing her into matrimony, they were making her wait on them to do it! Horrible place the Ministry was! Just horrible!

Eventually an office door opened and Snape came striding out, his face showed signs of worry and his eyes looked glassy and distant as though he were deep in thought. He noticed Celes sitting on a black leather armchair, but to her surprise he didn’t scowl. It was as though coming here and submitting his blood had made the Law all that more real for him, and he just didn’t have the energy to do anything but worry.

The bruise on his eye and cheek had just about disappeared, but just the thought of how terrible it had looked forced her to lower her eyes to the floor and fight back a few tears. He walked past her and out the door, probably to go sulk in his quarters over a bottle of Firewhiskey she imagined.

A squat little bald man came waddling out of the office behind Snape, he was looking at a parchment and adjusting his coke-bottle lens spectacles. He looked up and squinted his beady little eyes at Celes before motioning for her to follow him into the office.

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The extraction of the blood wasn’t painless, but she found that if she didn’t think too much about it the pain was lessened. With her worries of being stuck with someone much like the man drawing the blood, not thinking about it was pretty easy.

After the blood was drawn and a few parchments were signed the squat little man handed her a an overview of the Marriage Law so she could become familiar with it. She wanted to chuck it into the fireplace, but decided to at least go through it once so she wouldn’t be completely in the dark.

“Umm….how long before I’ll find out who I’m matched to sir?”

He adjusted his spectacles again before answering,

“Ah yes well….hmm…we’ll have to finishing placing all the available candidates into the database…..and hmm…..yes I’d say you should receive an owl in say….a week?”

She swallowed hard, a week? Too soon! She had at least wanted a month as a free woman before hearing her prison sentence! This was all going so fast! No wonder Professor Snape looked so worried…

She uttered a timid thank you and made her way out of the door and back to the Floo corridor, the entire way feeling like she was going to faint at any moment.

I know it's a little short but I felt this was the perfect place to end the chapter. Poor Snape, I did feel pretty bad for him while writing this chapter, but you just can't go around calling women tarts! If anyone was curious about the class she taught I'll explain. Celes teaches a class called Practical Magic, I know you all remember seeing and reading about Molly Weasley sewing, knitting, washing dishes, and cooking with magic, well Practical Magic is the wizarding world's version of Home Economics. Thanks for reading and thank you so much Sammi for the reviews!
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