I can't escape myself -- September 1996

I laughed bitterly.  "Not let it bother me?  He should not let it bother him!  Why is it that a seventeen year old needs to act more like an adult than a professor here at this bloody school?" I shouted at the Headmaster.

"Controlling emotions is not a strong suit when it comes down to Professor Snape.... or any of the Blacks," I said, recalling numerous accounts where his family had yelled themselves hoarse at me.  I understood every single reason as to why they did it, too.  "So, with all my permission, continue to shout.  It's healthy."

I went to open my mouth to say something snarky, but then Professor Dumbledore caught me off guard by actually giving me permission.  "What?  You want me to just yell and scream at you for not realizing Snivvy's faults?" I asked, furrowing my brow slightly.  I was stunned into silence.

I sighed.  "Please call him Professor Snape in my presence, Dean," I said, not wanting to hear the rude nickname that his father had given his old school classmate.

"You want me to vent, then let me vent the way I want to, Professor," I said, not daring to lose respect for the man in front of me.  There was no way for me to lose respect for the headmaster.

I sighed.  What was it about the Blacks and their tempers?  "I will always have respect in my office, Dean," I pointed out to him.  "I would like you to calm down and vent.  I do not want disrespect, though."

Why was he being such a hypocrite?!  I glared ta him and threw myself into the chair.  "Scold me, then," I said to him angrily.  "Because clearly you don't care if I vent..."  I was being so immature, but at the moment, I cared not.

I sighed and sat back.  "Then, by all means, excuse yourself from my office, dean," I said simply.  I knew the boy needed to talk, but I was not going to let him run rampant in my office.

What the bloody hell was he doing?  I glared at the Headmaster and figured that it was time for me to just walk away.  There was no way I was going to continue to deal with him looking at me so condescendingly at me.  "Fine," I said, turning on my heel and walking out hte door.  I wondered if I would get in trouble for doing this.

I had been going up to the Headmaster to speak to him about dean because I assumed he had let the boy leave when I ran into the fuming kid.  I sighed.  "Dean, what did you do?" I asked him, my eyebrow raised.  I sure hoped he did not just irritate Dumbledore.

I looked up at Uncle Remus and shrugged.  "Nothing... Dumbledore didn't want me in his office anymore.  So I left," I replied simply.

I crossed my arms and glared at my nephew.  "And why did he not want you in his office anymore?  Dean, be honest," I said, my tone warning him.

I sighed and looked down at the floor, not wanting to see the look in Uncle Remus's eyes.  "Well, I got a little too argumentative for him, I guess," I said to him honestly.

I took a deep breath to keep my calm with Dean.  I sighed.  "Dean... that was not wise," I said to him simply.  "Come with me... you need to sober up so you can keep a straight head if he calls you back into his office."

I sighed.  "I'm sober enough," I muttered, walking behind Remus nonetheless, but looking down at my feet.  I did not want to do that, but I also knew better than to argue with my uncle about it.