Alice stretched and yawned (this time she didn't hit Snape in the face). She turned to look at him, and to her surprise, he wasnt there. She got up and got dressed. She wore skin-tight, over the knee, leather, black boots with stilletto heels, fuschia tights, and a long-sleeved minidress with an enormous studded belt below her breasts. The sleeves on her dress went over her hands like gloves with the tips of her fingers sticking out. On her left arm, she had stacked five or six of studded bangles.
She walked down to the Great Hall. She walked in and looked at the table at the front of the room. Snape wasn't there; neither was Slughorn. Alice sat next to Draco and he got up and left.
"What was that about?" asked Blaise.
"He's pissed off at me," said Alice.
"No kidding," said Goyle. "He practically throws a fit whenever one of us mentions you."
"Nevermind that," said Alice. "Have either of you seen Severus?"
"Pansy said something about him goin' to see Proffessor Slughorn," said Goyle.
"Why would Pansy -- oh nevermind. Thanks, Goyle." She got up and ran to Slughorn's classroom. She knocked once and Slughorn opened the door.
"Alice!" said Slughorn. "Good, good, we were just about to send for you."
"Severus?" asked Alice, ignoring Slughorn.
"I was assisting Proffessor Slughorn in making your potion," said Snape.
"Is it -- done?" asked Alice. Snape nodded and Alice smiled.
"I'll go get Dumbledore." She giggled a bit and then ran as fast as she could to the Great Hall. She puhed the doors open and it was empty.
"Damn," she muttered. She ran to Dumbledore's office.
Crap, she thought to herself. I don't know the password.
"Dumbledore," she tried. Nothing. "Headmaster?" Still nothing. "Hogwarts? Gryffindor? Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw? Slytherin?" None of them worked. "Stupid son of a bitch!" She kicked the statue. "Severus is waiting for -- " She got an idea.
She stood in the space that the statue was in and started to climb it. When she reached the top, she opened the door without knocking and climbed in. The room was empty, but she could see the pensive glowing.
He must be in there, she thought.
Sure enough, after a few secconds, Dumbledore and Harry flew out of the pensive. Dumbledore looked at her.
"Proffessor," she said. "The potion's ready."
"What potion?" asked Harry.
"The one that's none of your business!" snapped Alice.
"Very well then," said Dumbledore. "Harry, I believe you have a Quiddich match with Hufflepuff.
"Break a leg," said Alice. "I mean it." She glared at Harry as he walked out the door. She and Dumbledore walked to Slughorn's classroom.
"You ought to show more kindness to Harry," said Dumbledore.
"Why? His father never showed me any kindness. And his mum's a filthy mudblood."
"Why do you call her that? You're a muggle-born as well."
"It's different for me," said Alice. "I killed my family. I knew I was better than them. They were holding me back. Tey were no more of a family to me than Harry is." Alice had not been charged with murder at the time because she had only been seven at the time.
They walked into Slughorn's classroom. Snape and Slughorn stood at a desk in the back of the room. On the desk was a cauldron and a small goblet that held about as much liquid as a shot glass.
"Three glasses ought to do the trick," said Slughorn.
Alice smiled at Snape as he poured one glass of the pinkish liquid. It smelled like butterbeer. Alice drank it.
"Augh!" she cried. That's vile!"
"Sorry, love," said Severus.
"It smelled good, smelled like butterbeer," she said, sticking out her tongue. Slughorn filled the goblet again. She drank that glass which smelled and tasted just like the first one. Slughorn refilled the goblet a final time.
"To your health," he said as she drank it.
Alice flexed her left hand. "My hand . . . it feels like it's caught on fire." The glass in her other hand fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. She let out a bloodcurdling scream. Her legs gave out and she cumbled into a heap on the floor.
She laid still for a few secconds and then began screaming and thrashing around on the floor.
"What's happening?" asked Snape.
"I-I don't know!" said Slughorn.