Snape and Tirza sat in the sitting room eating. Tirza took a bite of her oatmeal with cinnamon and sugar. "Ah, normal food!" She ate silently and could feel Snape watching her. "I don't remember everything I told you last night. Did I say something that made you mad?" She asked him softly. "No child, I am not angry with you. I am worried about you." Tirza frowned. "Why do you call me child or Tirza all the time?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Your name is Tirza, is it not?" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I like TJ better." "Why?" "Well, it was a special thing between my best friend and me. We've been friends since kindergarten and her name was Amy Julia so I called her AJ and my name is Tirza Jade so she called me TJ." Snape nodded. "If you truly prefer TJ, I shall try to remember that." She flashed him a smile. "You have your mother's smile," he told her. "Well, I'm gonna get dressed and then go find Hermione and the guys."
Tirza went into her room and turned on her Avril Lavinge CD and blasted the volume. "My god," Snape said. "What is that?" It was already giving him a headache. The music continued to blast from her room. Snape stalked to her door and banged on it; when she didn't answer, he banged again. Hoping that she was already dressed, Snape opened her door to see her dressed and dancing to the strangest music he had ever heard. "Turn that off!" he yelled. "Chill out, what you yelling for. Lay back it's all been done before and if you could only let it be, you would see." Tirza hadn't noticed Snape's entrance and continued dancing. "I said TURN IT OFF!" She spun around and saw standing there with an angry look on his face and quickly turned the CD player off. "What don't you like Avril Lavigne?" Snape shook his head. "Whatever an Avril Lavigne is it is too loud!" "Yo man, like the song says: Chill out, what ya yelling for?" Snape groaned. "Child, whatever that was, please keep the volume down, you're giving me a headache." She sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Snape turned and quickly left her room, his robes billowing behind him.
"So what did your dad do to you yesterday?" Harry asked. "Yeah and what was all that in the hallway this morning?" said Ron. Tirza sat with them and Hermione. "Nothing much. He yelled and threw a tantrum, but no big deal." "Wow, I thought for sure he was going to murder you," Hermione commented. "He's like way too uptight. He really needs to take a chill pill or something." The thought of Snape on a chill pill made them all laugh. "Is he going to bring you to Hogsmeade next weekend?" Ron asked. Tirza raised an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of Snape. "What is Hogsmeade?" "It's the town by here. You should ask if you can go, we'd all have fun together." Hermione told her. "I'll ask, but I don't know if he'll let me. Does anyone ever start food fights here?" Hermione looked at her like she should be committed to an insane asylum. "What's that wacky look for?" Ron smiled at her. "You'd get along great with Fred and George. I think you enjoy being in trouble." "I don't like to get into trouble, but I want to enjoy life and have fun and if I get into trouble along the way, it's all good." Harry and Ron laughed. "I don't think your dad will be too happy if you start anymore trouble," Hermione pointed out. "Yeah, well, he needs to lighten up and get out of this 'I'm a vampire' thing he's got going," Tirza replied.
Tirza followed Hermione and the boys out of the Gryffindor common room as they headed for the Great Hall. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around. "I was wondering if you're alright after yesterday," Oliver Wood asked. She blushed and smiled. "Yep. Thanks for rescuing me. You saved my life- I owe ya one!" He returned the smile. "I hope that won't discourage you from learning to fly with a teacher's help. You might be Quidditch material." She nodded then looked for Hermione who was lost in the crowd. "Shoot, I lost them!" "Lost who?" Wood asked. "Hermione, Harry and Ron. I was walking with them to the Great Hall, I still don't know my way around this place." Tirza told him. "I could take you." She smiled. "That'd be great!" He extended his arm towards her. "Shall we?" She looped her arm through his and they walked down the hallway. Tirza waved at her dad and sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Sorry we lost you," Hermione said. "That's okay. That cute guy showed me the way." Tirza pointed at Wood. "What is his name?" "Oliver Wood," Harry answered. "He's gorgeous," Tirza said dreamily.
After supper Tirza stood outside the entrance to the Great Hall waiting for Snape. "Well if it isn't the little mud blood lover," a sickly sweet voice from behind her said. She spun around to face Malfoy and his goons. "Coming from you, I'd say that was an insult." Malfoy sneered. "Your father is the head of Slytherin and you don't even respect him enough to sit at his table and associate with pure wizards." "Look Malfoy, whatever goes on between my dad and I is none of your business, so why don't you just fuck off." Tirza turned around, ignoring them. "You think you're so smart, I'll show you, you mud blood," Malfoy said in a dangerous voice as he pulled his wand from his robes.