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"What in Merlin's name were you thinking?"
Violet smirked. "I was thinking that it was time to end that Quidditch game."
"The game ends when one of the players catches the golden snitch, not when one of the spectators grows weary of watching and flies up to grab the snitch herself," Professor Rose answered.
"I wasn't a spectator," Violet argued. "I was a hostage."
Professor Rose put her heads in her hands.
"I saved the entire school from that awful game, and you know it."
"No, you violated school rules for your own amusement."
"Are you really going to give me a detention for saving everyone from dying of boredom?"
Professor Rose twirled the edge of her cape around her fingers. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You would love nothing more than for me to assign you a detention with Hagrid so you can gallivant around the woods searching for Fawkes."
Violet's smirk grew.
"Which is why I plan on giving you a detention with Professor Sweeny," Rose continued. "You can help her scrub the crystal balls."
Violet's face reddened. "You wouldn't dare."
Rose released her cape. "Of course I would."
"If," Violet moved closer to Rose, "If you do that, I'm telling Mum and Dad!"
"One hundred points for attempted extortion," Rose drawled as she pulled up the chair behind her desk.
"That wasn't extortion," Violet retorted. "That was a promise."
"Fifty points for raising your voice to me," Rose replied.
Violet gritted her teeth. "Mum and Dad will take my side. We both know how much they hate Quidditch. They'll think you're overreacting and being too harsh with me."
"Mum and Dad care more about obedience towards one's professors than they do about ending Quidditch games," Rose argued as she sat down.
"You never told me I couldn't end the Quidditch game, so I technically didn't defy you."
"I should not need to remind you of every little school regulation each time we encounter each other."
"Point to the rule which says you can't fly up and catch the golden snitch."
Rose bit her tongue.
"It doesn't exist does it?" Violet replied.
Rose took a deep breath. Count to ten, count to ten…
"It that's the case then I didn't break any rules, I didn't defy you, and I ended a terrible Quidditch game. So, I should get at least a hundred points rewarded to me, not a detention," she concluded.
"This isn't a courtroom, and your punishment isn't up for negotiation," Rose replied.
Violet shrugged. "It was worth a try."
"Do you think this all of is a joke?" Rose snapped.
"No," Violet answered.
"Between grabbing the snitch and attempting to extort me I should be giving you detention for the next three weeks, not the next three days."
"I didn't extort you. I simply told you I was going to write to Mum and Dad and that they'd take my side."
"Do you think Dad would take your side when he discovered that you flew without a broom for a non-emergency purpose?" Professor Rose asked.
Violet stepped back.
Rose's lips curled up. She stood and leaned over her desk "Even if there is no rule against a spectator capturing the snitch, Dad was quite clear on not flying unless it was an absolute emergency. Such emergencies should consist of the potential for physical harm, not the potential for an afternoon of boredom."
Violet bowed her head.
"Are you beginning to understand my position?"
"Good," Professor Rose flicked her wrist. "Expect to spend the next three nights with Professor Sweeny dusting off crystal balls."
"Yes," Violet replied.
"You may go," Professor Rose concluded.
Violet began walking away, but paused halfway between Rose's desk and the door. "Can you please answer one question?"
Professor Rose sighed. "That all depends on the question."
"As a sister," Violet spun around. "What did you think of my actions?"
Rose gave her a small smile. "Your landing was somewhat shaky, and the little flip you did midair was a bit much. Still, I do admire your technique. With a little more practice you'll make even the best Quidditch player appear to be an amateur flier."
Rose placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know you enjoy flying, and you are quite talented at it. Still, you need to discern when it's best to display your skills and when it's best to remain grounded."
Violet opened her mouth.
"No, a tedious Quidditch game is not an excuse to leap up into the air and capture the golden snitch."
Violet answered, "Yes, Professor Rose."
"Good," Professor Rose replied. "Do you have any further questions for me?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then please return to the Slytherin Common Room before I am accused of favoring you."
"Yes ma'am," Violet made her way to the doorway.
She spun around.
"On a more personal note, thank you for ending that horrid game," Rose replied.
With that, Violet strolled out of the dungeons.
Hermione folded the parchment in half and tossed it onto her desk. "Are you certain you do not wish to join me in Brazil?"
"I am positive," Severus replied.
"Is there any particular reason you wouldn't want to join me?" Hermione asked.
He answered, "As much as I enjoy the sound of your voice, especially when you lecture on potions, I fear I have put off brewing several potions for far too long."
"I suppose I have been keeping you out of the basement as of late," Hermione mused aloud.
"Indeed, you have proven to be quite the diversion."
"Still, I would appreciate some company at the conference. After all it is my first sojourn to South America."
"You will manage just fine on your own."
"No, I don't know if I will," Hermione argued. "My hotel room is only a few blocks from the beach, several flowers will be in bloom, and the weather should be mild. I don't know how I'll manage to take it all in alone."
Severus embraced her. "I am sure you will find a way."
"I suppose I will have to manage," Hermione kissed his collarbone. "Still I do wonder what would occur if I were to book the hotel for a few extra days."
"A few extra days?"
"I would use our money, not the university's, to book my room, but if I could reserve the room for three extra days, you would be finished brewing by then, would you not?"
"I would be caught up by then." Severus twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.
He kissed her forehead. "Book the room for an additional four days."
"Are you certain?" Hermione asked.
"You made a vacation in Brazil sound so enticing, I could not refuse," Severus replied. "Granted, you could make divination sound appealing, but I will ignore that fact for the moment."
Hermione answered, "I'm glad I can be so persuasive."
"Oh witch," he sighed. "I've told you so many times, you bewitch me, you enrapture me, you leave me so disoriented that I scarcely know what to do with myself."
She pulled him closer. "I love you, Mr. Snape."
"I love you too, Mrs Snape," he rasped.
She ran her fingers through his hair. "When do you need to begin brewing?"
"Not at this moment."
"Good. The last thing I would ever want to do is distract you from your work."
"Trust me when I say you are a most pleasant distraction."
He recaptured her lips and held her close.
The brewing could wait for a few more hours.