That Woman in Green... By the Man in Black.

Severus Snape walked through the halls of Hogwarts, thinking deeply.

In fact, his mind was so elsewhere he didn't even bother to take 10 points off Gryffindor for that clear misuse of magic (transfiguring books into bats and making them attack Slytherins) nor even spell apart the snogging couple by the window.

His usually fast and determined walk stride was slow, and without purpose.

Snape would rather die than admit to anyone the object of his musing, for it was a woman. And not just any woman either- Dedicate Rosethorn.

Last week on a whim of that mad codger Dumbledore who ran Hogwarts, each Head of House had taken five students on an exchange trip to Winding Circle Temple.

Rosethorn was, according to Minerva , himself- just female.

Upon meeting the woman at Discipline (great name!), under the guise of learning more about their ways of magic (which were very odd- no wands at all!), he found McGonagall to be right.

Snape had entered through the gate, opening it manually, and had begun to inspect the odd plants growing in the Garden.

To his suprise a slightly slurred voice had called out (making him jump).

"Touch anything, anything at all; and I'll hang you in the well."

He had turned around to find a pale woman, with deep chestnut hair that framed her face, rising from the ground gracefully the other side of the garden.

She'd wiped her earth-covered hands on her green robes as she walked over, then had offered him a soft hand to shake.

"I'm Dedicate Initiate Rosethorn, by the way."

She has that same sense of air about her as McG. Severus thought to himself.

Rosethorn had glared at him as he remained unspeaking, unmoving.

"Can I have my hand back?"