"Miss Argolli, I'm assuming you know why you are here?" Dumbledore asked seriously, Elira had been called to his office just before dinner. "Hmm, something to do with the plonker in the dungeons is my guess." Elira snorted.
"A plonker he may be, but he is still your superior and i cannot allow students to disrespect their teachers.. Thus.. I have instructed Professor Snape to refrain from informing your mother but if you step out of line again.. I'm afraid I will have no choice but to inform her and your father." The old man explained kindly but with authority. "Yes, Sir I understand." Elira smiled, she respected the headmaster as he showed her respect. For Elira it was that simple.

Elira slunk into the great hall for dinner, scowling as Professor Snape's eyes followed her. "Are you alright?" Hermione asked, "Yeah, I'm fine Hermione. Just had a lecture from Dumbledore..." Elira smiled, "Snape's watching you." Harry whispered, "Let him, he's probably plotting my detention activities." She laughed, "I wouldn't laugh about it, he will make you suffer. Why didn't you just keep your mouth shut?" Harry sighed, "Elira has balls." Ron chimed in with a giggle.

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The corridors were busy with students heading back to their quarters, Elira dodged her way through the crowds and down into the dungeons. Taking a deep breath before knocking the door. The door swung open and Professor Snape gestured for her to enter, she walked in slowly and stood in front of his desk with her arms folded across her chest defensively. He followed behind her swiftly and was face to face with her in a blink of her eyes.

It was as if they were partaking in a staring contest, the type where the first one to laugh is the loser. This was different though, it was much more of a stand off. Snape couldn't deny that she was a feisty one, any other student would have been a weeping mess by now. "Are you going to tell me what I have to do or are you just going to stand there failing to intimidate me?" Elira smirked, "You will be writing lines Miss Argolli, until you get the message." Snape scowled, slamming parchment, a quill and an ink well down on a table. "Looks like it's going to be an all nighter then." Elira scoffed, taking a seat at the table as Snape began to walk away. "What are the lines?" She inquired in confusion, "I shall not be disrespectful to my superiors." He spat and disappeared behind a pile of papers and books on his desk.

2 hours had passed and Elira was rubbing her now cramping hand, "Miss Argolli, have you got the message? Has it sunk in?" Snape scowled in her direction. "No, i can't say that it has." She seethed with her eyes narrowing. Snape sighed and gestured for her to continue. He watched her as the hours passed by, scribbling away, constantly stretching her aching hand. And yet she kept going. He tried to make sense of the girl's bahiavior but he could not get his head around it at all.
He looked at the clock and saw that it had turned midnight, she had been writing for 5 hours solid. He watched her struggle, wincing in pain. Who wouldn't be in pain after writing for that long? "Miss Argolli, perhaps we should terminate this detention? Only, it is quite clear that you are suffering..." He suggested with a gentle tone. She brought her eyes up to his and he could see she was in agony, she cut her eyes away aggressively and continued, ignoring him completely.

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Snape woke up in the early hours, the sun had still not risen and his neck was stiff. He came around to find he had fallen asleep at his desk.
His eyes darted in the direction of Elira's desk and there she was, her head down on the desk with her hand hanging down by her side, It looked swollen and sore. He sighed to himself, he had never met a girl with such determination in his entire life. He swept her up into his arms gently and carried her through into his chambers, placing her down on his bed, He watched her as she groaned and stretched before sighing blissfully. He used his wand to heal the sores and swelling on her right hand and left the bedroom and closed the door,
Throwing himself down on his sofa and passing out again.

It had been a long night.

Elira panicked as she woke, "where am i?" She asked herself desperatly fumbling out of Snape's bed. She saw a wand on the bedside table and a Slytherin crest on the wall. She went to the wardrobe and saw black capes and dress shirts that could only belong to one man.
Leaving the bedroom she saw him on the sofa, asleep. She thought he looked peaceful when he slept, his worn face smooth and his facial lines blurred.
She scrunched up her hand and noticed it was completely healed, she searched for a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote a note, leaving it beside him before darting off back to Gryffindor tower...

Professor Snape,
Thank you..