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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: silvertongue — young the giant
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( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝟏𝟓 )
"Let's say I would rather not have career advice from Snape. Could I, for example, go hide in the Forbidden Forest for the rest of the year?"
Meredith Darling was stressed beyond belief as May brought in warmer weather and bees.
No, not about the bees, but the fact that they were to have a career advice session with their respective heads of houses. Namely, a session that would definitely end in disaster.
Meredith didn't know why Career Advice was mandatory for all the fifth years. After all, she knew exactly what she wanted to do when she graduated no matter what subjects she took next year. Although, Meredith would admit that she wouldn't have minded it if it were from Professor Mcgonagall per say ( she absolutely adored the woman and her funny hat ) but she knew that she would truly loathe having the session with the greasy, sour, utterly rude, Snape ( she often dropped the use of 'professor' when referring to the awful man, finding him not deserving of that respectable title ).
"That would just make him elated; one less student to have to deal with. We might actually see the man smile if he hears that one of the loudest—don't give me that look—students in our year has mysteriously disappeared into the forest. So, no, you will sit here patiently and just screw with him during the session, or something." Her tone was chastising, but playful at the same time. Despite her misgivings about the imminent and quite horrible future, Meredith couldn't contain flashing a smile at the blonde beside her.
