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I'm not really sure where this dream came from. Some combination of my usual magic dreams with my worry about the real world situation and a fanfiction set-up my beloved related to me, I assume.
I was a young witch hired to assist with research at a wizarding facility; assigned to help Professor Snape, in fact, because he couldn't keep an assistant for longer than a moon. I was there as a mole ... a spy. Not a saboteur (you do NOT sabotage a magical procedure any more than you trigger an incident at a nuclear power plant!)
The facility had been modernized so that data and notes were kept in computer files - which was why Snape needed an assistant - he was a valuable researcher but couldn't manage the computer at all. Left to himself, he'd prefer to work alone. Forced to accept an assistant, he was rude and demanding and autocratic.
The research was something to aid a dictatorship government. My group was dedicated to bringing down the government - airing the dirty laundry, inciting rebellion and discontent. I was poking my nose into a lot of work that wasn't any of my business; making friends with the other people at the facility, getting them to talk to me, finding out passwords and hacking into accounts.
And Snape caught me at it. He found out that I was the rebel poster known as "Puckitty" and he began to attack me - magical attacks - at random as well as meeting me in the training halls. Not trying to take me down, although I didn't understand that at first. He thought I was abyssmal at defense and even worse on attack and he wanted me to be able to defend myself more than adequately. It was his version of flirting - trying to keep me safe without actually, you know, trying to protect me from myself.
I was a young witch hired to assist with research at a wizarding facility; assigned to help Professor Snape, in fact, because he couldn't keep an assistant for longer than a moon. I was there as a mole ... a spy. Not a saboteur (you do NOT sabotage a magical procedure any more than you trigger an incident at a nuclear power plant!)
The facility had been modernized so that data and notes were kept in computer files - which was why Snape needed an assistant - he was a valuable researcher but couldn't manage the computer at all. Left to himself, he'd prefer to work alone. Forced to accept an assistant, he was rude and demanding and autocratic.
The research was something to aid a dictatorship government. My group was dedicated to bringing down the government - airing the dirty laundry, inciting rebellion and discontent. I was poking my nose into a lot of work that wasn't any of my business; making friends with the other people at the facility, getting them to talk to me, finding out passwords and hacking into accounts.
And Snape caught me at it. He found out that I was the rebel poster known as "Puckitty" and he began to attack me - magical attacks - at random as well as meeting me in the training halls. Not trying to take me down, although I didn't understand that at first. He thought I was abyssmal at defense and even worse on attack and he wanted me to be able to defend myself more than adequately. It was his version of flirting - trying to keep me safe without actually, you know, trying to protect me from myself.
