Severus Snape, now the Headmaster of Hogwarts, seeks a Deputy to assist him in the aftermath of war. Little does he know, the perfect candidate is an old classmate he doesn't remember. As she arrives at Hogwarts, carrying the scars of an abusive pa...
The sun shone bright across Samara's bedroom, coaxing her awake with a gentle caress. She woke up with a gentle smile. Turning to her right, she saw her cat, Azrael, comfortably sprawled out and basking in the sunlight. Samara chuckled, reminiscing about how she had named the cat after characters from The Smurfs.
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Azrael, a beautiful British Long Hair, was just a year old, and she was the epitome of grace and charm. Samara showered her fur baby with affection, peppering her with gentle kisses, to which Azrael responded with a contented purr. They were inseparable, and Azrael had quickly become the most cherished member of Samara's life.
Ever since Samara had lost her previous cat to a heart-wrenching ailment, she had found solace in adopting Azrael. The little feline had brought joy and healing to her life when she needed it the most. As Samara showered Azrael with love, the cat eventually decided she needed some space and gracefully leaped off the bed, making her way to her food bowl.
"Alright, alright," Samara grumbled, amused by Azrael's nonchalant attitude. "But no fish for you today, my little princess."
In response, Azrael let out a disgruntled mewl, expressing her displeasure at the lack of fish in her meal. Samara laughed, "Oh, you're such a drama queen, Azrael."
"Meow, meow!" Azrael persisted, her big round eyes pleading for a change in the menu.
Samara smirked and raised an eyebrow, pretending to scold the cat. "No backtalk, Miss Azrael."
The cat stared her down. "Don't give me that look, Azrael," Samara playfully scolded. "You'll have something else just as tasty."
"Meow, meow, meeeeowww!" Azrael persisted, clearly making her point known.
Samara dramatically turned to face the cat, putting on a stern expression. "You're in big trouble now, Azrael Penelope Prichett!!"
The room fell silent as Samara held her gaze on the feline. Azrael, sensing her human's playful sternness, eventually surrendered with a flick of her tail, knowing she couldn't win this battle of wills.
Unable to keep up the act any longer, Samara smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I give in! Let's get you some yummy breakfast, my adorable little troublemaker."
With her cat's appetite satisfied, Samara proceeded to complete her morning routine. Finishing her ablutions, enjoying the refreshing cascade of water during her shower.
She chose a pretty off-shoulder dress that elegantly matched her corset. Brushing her lustrous ebony hair, she braided it in an intricate style, ensuring no strands would stray onto her face during her workday.
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