trainWRECK[sev]

[chaos]

..

I'm in the business of misery,
Let's take it from the top.

Was it really that surprising that she actually wanted to learn? Forget the ulterior motives, Adel was actually smart. Yet the stereo type of dumb blondes was hard to kill. Forget the fact that she did not even see herself as pretty, but one look at her and people automatically assumed the worse, stupid slutty blonde. At first, she had tried to kill that reputation. She was not afraid to get down and dirty playing Quidditch. She would spend extra hours studying for exams, and she would even avoid most of the wild parties. She actually was a good kid, but that was the problem. Girl girls finish last. So she was going to go jump off the deep end. It was not that out of character, because she had always been a little wild, but this might be the first time she was counting on something she couldn’t control. But she was so sick of not being noticed, and not getting what she wanted. Honestly she wanted to learn, but everything comes at a cost, and she was here to pay the price.

Fashionably late is what she always called it. The reality was she could not keep up with the time, but that was irreverent. Everything started when she got there which was about five to seven minutes late. After that she was almost perfectly on time if everyone just set their clocks back five minutes. Though in her defense being a girl was hard work; there was always that ever pressing matter of what to wear. Though in the end she decided to keep it simple; a black tank with tight jeans. Though she did start off in flats but she did run back to her room to change into booted heels, when she remember that she wasn’t short but he was remarkably tall. Fixing her hair one last time in the mirror, she sprayed herself with her perfume and put her black rode on. With her books in one hand she fidgeted nervously with her hair with the other. She was not exactly sure how this was going to play out, but all is fair in love and war right?

It was a mix of Charles angles and a super ninja feeling in her stomach. She did not want to run into anyone, because people ask questions. So it became a secret mission she need to complete, that way it was more fun as she walked through the halls. She had told everyone she was studying, which was not a lie. Yet she had a sinking feeling most of her friends would not approve of her “study buddy”. Yet this never bothered her. It was just a business exchange. Right? she kept asking herself that, but in her heart of hearts she knew she never did business . She took everything personally, which might be why she was in this situation in the first place.

Her ninja moves must have gotten there quickly because before she was ready she was in the dungeon. Taking a deep breath, she put her best game face on; no smiles straight faced, but beneath it all she was biting her tongue. Stepping into view she tilted her head to the side and manged a greeting. ello there though that was all the greeting he got because she strolled up to where he was seated, set her books down, and grabbed the nearest chair. Tossing off her robe, she pulled the empty chair close. Flipping it around she straddled it. Crossing her arms over the back of the chair she rested her chin on her forearm. Looking up from under her eyelashes she asked where do you want to begin? and that was the start of this train wreck.

She's got a body like an hourglass
it's ticking like a clock

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lyrics: paramore misery business
Other: there are chairs and tables right? I am assuming o.O
I can change anything if you want : ] like if you don't want him already there!}

[severus snape]

Severus was sat on one of the desks at the front of the specified classroom, waiting for his erstwhile student, and fearing a sudden influx of Mararses or jeering faces, lauighing at how easy it had been to set him up. HE trusted De'Gurr as much as he trusted anyone, but he hoped that she wouldn't be setting him up for a fall. That had ben part of the reason he hadn't specified what exactly his trade-off was. If she had told others and they all marched down to jeer at someone so desperate as to trade sexual favours for assistance, hec ould always claim he had wanted her to teach him Herbology or Care of MAgical Creatures since he was certainly not a genius at either of those subjects.

In fact, as he sat there, waiting for the clock to tick over, he'd been contemplating what exactly he was going to request. He was early of course, fivem inutes before time was on time, but even the extra ten minutes that ended up affording him wasn't helpful. He could ask her to coach him in social skills, or a more specific set of skills aimed at pleasing the objects of his attention. Of course he wasn't going to openly ask her to sleep with him then critique his doubtless lousy technique and stamina...But everytime he contemplated it he realised how mortifying it would be to hear someone say his insecurities out loud. Perhaps he'd ask her to coach him in social skills and then attempt to direct the 'syllabus', as it were.

He picked at his trousers, looking singularly morose as he realised that she probably wasn't coming after all. Just as he decided to stand, the girl in question walked in. He glanced behind her, in case someone else was going to burst in. When it was clear no-one was going to he fixed his admittedly unnerving stare on her. it was not unnerving due to expression, merely that he tended to either avoid looking at people's faces altogether, or stared into their eyes, having never learnt to focus on people's eyebrows to give the appearance of making eye contact without the side-effect of 'staring into people's soul'.
"You're late." IT wasn't quite an accusation, more an observation. Severus needed to work himself out of that habit too. People tended to prefer a greeting that mirrored their own rather than a remark about their timing or about their appearance. Especially when coming from him.

She seemed a little taller, closer to his height and he realised that she had worn shoes with a taller heel than before. He sat back on the front desk and watched her put down her books, then straddle the chair she sat on. His adam's apple bobbed slightly. He wasn't sure if that was intended as a provocative pose or if it was a way to put the back of the chair between them, as a barrier of sorts.

where do you want to begin?

Well wasn't that the question to end all questions, the one that needed an answer most.. Reaching into the battered satchel next to him he pulled out a piece of parchment.

"It's no Unbreakable Vow, but I'd like a little assurance that you won't skimp on your end of the bargain." He indicated two spaces on the parchment. "it's two way. We both sign and if either of us breaks the conditions we'll have a rather unfortunate retribution to deal with."

Being the one who'd cursed the parchment , he knew the nature of that retribution, but he wasn't the one he expected to cheat the bargain. Though, truth be told, as the fair and loyal Hufflepuff entering into a bargain with a sly, ambitious Slytherin, she would be considered by most the more trustworthy of the two.

"it's only a formality, after that, we can get started." And did he have a lessson planned out for her...