The Professor
“Someone who isn't going to sit around and take the absolute bullshit coming out of your mouth.”
Absolute silence, tense, heavy. Everyone was frozen in place while they watched the stranger stand up to Severus Snape.
Harry was honestly impressed, it's something he wished he was able to do.
Ron thought this was the best thing to ever happen to him, he never liked Snape and he thought it was sweet, sweet karma that someone was blatantly going toe to toe with him just to rip him a new one.
Hermione didn’t know how to feel, while she really likes Remus and didn’t feel what Professor Snape said was appropriate; she still didn’t think taking an aggressive approach was necessary.
Ginny just loved how the women gave 6’5 energy while being surrounded by people who absolutely towered over her. She found her new inspiration.
Everyone else had a mix of feelings, some more positive, others uncertain. Severus, however, had no idea who this person is and what, if any, part in this she belonged in. No one made him aware of someone new coming to the safe house, who they were or what they are supposed to be here for. Ignoring the vulgarity shot at him, he had a small grudging respect for how she never wavered in standing up to him.
Sneering at her, Severus drawled, “Considering you were not invited, nor wanted in this conversation; what you do or not is of no consequence to me.”
Crossing her arms in annoyance, Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Alright listen here Pendejo , I could give less of a fuck of your attitude, and besides that how you speak to Remus is uncalled for. I wouldn’t even be here, let alone breathing, if it weren't for him. I don’t know your problem with him, and to be honest I couldn’t give a fuck. What I do know is both of you are adults, but right now all I’m hearing is a child. And let me tell you, it's not coming from Remus.”
Severus straightened his already impressive height and leaned forward to glare down. “I am no child, if you were not aware, which would not surprise me with your lack of intelligence or decorum given your propensity for using vulgarity. Let me enlighten you, this…man, here, is a creature that if not taken with the proper precautions will run amuck while spreading carnage and death. It cannot be controlled and even less should be around those with no ability to protect themselves. Remus Lupin, is a werewolf and should be locked up for the protection of others.”
Scarletts face remained blank at the vitriol spat at her and at Remus, even if his dark eyes never left her honeyed ones. Lips pursed, Scarlett asked. “Are you done?”
Eyes blazing in anger, she interrupted him before he could continue, “I don't know what you are trying to do by telling me all this. Scare me? Well, sucks for you buddy ‘cause I already knew all that. I already know what werewolves could do, considering Remus saved me from one earlier today. Even if he is one himself, that doesn't mean he is going to run around gnawing on legs for funsies. Maybe instead of focusing on what he is, start paying attention to who he is. Who he is, is a kind, patient, and soft-spoken man who unfortunately has to live with this condition his entire life. He, out of literally everyone in this room, knows most of the danger he could pose to others.”
Pausing to take a breath out of her already long rant, she finished with, “So instead of having to remind him every fucking time you see him, grow the fuck up and act like an adult, because it seems to me that you guys are supposed to be on the same god damned team.” Frowning at him, she purposely turned her back to him and faced towards Remus and Sirius.
Smiling softly, she placed a hand on Remus’s arm, “I'm sorry you have to be around this immature hijo de puta , but luckily for you what he says has no basis, so there really isn't any point taking what he says to heart. Okay?”
Remus, stunned to complete silence, just nodded his head slowly and followed her to where the other four were still sitting.
Sirius, who this entire time was trying his absolute best to keep his laughter in, finally let it all loose. Barking a loud laugh, which quickly turned into cackling followed by wheezing; he stumbled behind them both while wiping off the tears blinding his vision.
He was going to lay into Snivellus himself, but the new little spit fire took his place, and to be honest. It was the best thing he’s ever seen. Just seeing the gob smacked look frozen on his face would forever warm him inside to chase away the seemingly permanent cold he had from his time around the Dementors. Merlin bless her.
While the three were settling around the table again, Severus spun on his heel to storm out of the room. The only thing on his mind is figuring out who that girl was, and how to get rid of her.
With the resounding slam of the kitchen door closing from Snape’s dramatic exit, Scarlett let loose a long sigh and slumped down in her seat, crossing her arms on the table she let her head thump down with a groan.
“Who did I just lecture?” She reluctantly asked.
Arthur licked his lips, “That was Severus Snape, he's our resident potions master and professor.”
Snapping up in disbelief she turned towards Arthur. “That man is a professor?!” She asked incredulously.
Ron snorted, “Yeah, don’t have an idea why though, but it’s definitely not because he loves kids.”
Whacking his arm, Hermione spoke up; “Oh hush Ronald.”