"Jinn Jinn! You're gonna get me in trouble!" Tirza took the parchment from the bunny, who stomped and hopped away. Tirza sighed. "Go ahead and stomp at me, I'm not the one who keeps getting into the papers and how you do it I'll never know." She looked at the writing; it was part of her dad's grade book. "Ha ha, Malfoy's got a C! But shit, what am I gonna do with this?" She looked around her, trying to find a place to stash the evidence. "Tirza, I'm missing a page from my grade book, has your rabbit been into my papers again?" Snape yelled from the other room. "No!" She dumped the page into the fire; only it wouldn't burn. "Goddamn magical fires," she muttered. Not thinking, Tirza reached for the paper. "OW! FUCKING HELL!" she screeched, quickly pulling her hand back. At her yells, Snape emerged from his room where he had been searching for the missing page. "I have told you over and over not to say that," Snape said. Then he noticed her blowing on her hand, which was badly burnt. "Merlin child, must I supervise you twenty-four hours a day?" He took her hand to look at it and she screamed again; the burn wasn't extremely serious, but it certainly was good either. He went to his potions cabinet and grabbed a small jar, pouring its contents onto her hand; instantly the pain went away. "Well, I guess we'll have to go see Poppy," Snape sighed. Tirza giggled. "She's gonna yell at you again." He raised an eyebrow. "I really don't find it amusing. How did you manage this?" "Jinn Jinn had the page you were looking for and I didn't want you to be mad so I threw it in the fire, but it wouldn't burn so I tried to take it out," she told him, ducking her head. "I thought I warned you about lying, little miss," he asked sternly. She nodded, not looking at him. "Be thankful it is your hand that is hot and not your bottom." She turned several shades of crimson, but allowed herself to be escorted to the hospital wing. Snape was thankful that he didn't have a class for twenty minutes.
"So when can I learn to fly?" she asked at lunch. "When I think you are ready," Snape answered, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. "Can I be ready soon? Please?" "I would not mind teaching her Severus if you are busy," Madame Hooch piped up form the other end of the table. Tirza's face lit up and Snape scowled at Hooch. "Come on daddy, please!" Snape thought for a moment; it would certainly keep her out of trouble if Hooch was keeping an eye on her and that pesky rabbit would be out of his way as well. "Alright, but you listen to everything Madame Hooch tells you." Tirza smiled at him before turning back to her food. Snape looked at the large salad she had dished herself and shook his head. When Tirza thought he wasn't looking, she grabbed a piece of lettuce and slowly leaned over, dropping it into the bag beside her. Jinn Jinn's head popped up, begging for more. Tirza carefully made sure that Snape wasn't paying attention to her and gave the rabbit another piece. McGonagall watched quietly as Tirza continued to give the majority of her salad to the adorable rabbit. She nudged Snape and pointed to Tirza. "She's adorable Severus." Snape groaned as Jinn Jinn's head popped out again. "I told her not to bring that rabbit in here." McGonagall scowled at him. "Don't ruin her fun, it isn't hurting anyone." Tirza suddenly noticed both adults looking at her and accidentally tipped the plate, sending all the lettuce sliding into the bag. A stomp could be heard from inside and Jinn Jinn popped out wearing several pieces of lettuce. "Opps," Tirza whispered. "Sorry sweetie." She lifted the lettuce from the rabbit, who licked her hand. Tirza caught the annoyed look on Snape's face and giggled.
Tirza, clad in a warm yellow sweatshirt and jeans, made her way onto the quidditch field and waved at Madame Hooch. "Are you ready dear?" Tirza nodded excitedly and Madame Hooch began to explain things to her. "Up!" the little girl yelled. The broom shot into her hand and she giggled. "Cool!" It wasn't long before Tirza was riding the broom a few feet off the ground. "You are a natural. Perhaps you shall be on the quidditch team when you start school." Tirza thought about Oliver, the gorgeous captain of the Gryffindor team. "Cool. I wanna be on the Gryffindor team!" "You'd have to be in Gryffindor house to be on their team," Madam Hooch pointed out. The little girl nodded. "Don't you want to be in Slytherin like your father?" Tirza wrinkled her nose. "No way! Those Slytherins are so snotty, it pisses me off! Dad is the only cool dude in that whole house!" Madame Hooch laughed, imagining Snape's face if Tirza was actually put in Gryffindor. Snape came to stand beside Madame Hooch. "She's doing an excellent job Severus." He nodded, watching Tirza fly around. "Hi dad!" She waved at him and lost her grip on the broom and fell of. It was only two feet, so she wasn't hurt and sat there giggling. "That was fun! Can I do it again?" Madame Hooch nodded and Tirza mounted again and took off. "She was telling me that she'd like to be on the Gryffindor quidditch team some day," Madame Hooch told Snape. He cringed and she laughed. "Come now Severus, would it truly be that bad if she wasn't put in Slytherin?" He shook his head. "I'd prefer it if she wasn't in Slytherin, just as long as she's not a Gryffindor." "Fussy aren't you?" Madame Hooch retorted. Tirza flew past them, attempting to fly without holding on to the broom. "Tirza Jade, no tricks!" Snape yelled to her as she slid off the broom again. She ignored him and took off again. "She's a handful isn't she?" Snape nodded. "Indeed." He watched her attempt the trick again, this time successful. "Though a most delightful handful," he added.
"Daddy, I'm not hungry. Can I have desert?" Snape looked at her sternly. "You aren't hungry enough to eat decent food, but there's enough room for desert?" She nodded. "I do not think so. Eat half of what's on your plate and then you can have desert." She frowned. "You're no fun," she whined. "I wasn't born to always be fun and let you run wild." Tirza giggled. "Too bad, that would be awesome!" Snape shook his head; sometimes reasoning with her was entirely hopeless. She turned at looked disgustedly at the broccoli on her plate. "I don't like that stuff." "How unfortunate; you still have to eat it," he retorted. She tossed her hair at him and began picking at the food on her plate. She watched him carefully and as he became engaged in conversation with Dumbledore, she began stuffing the broccoli in her napkin and stuck it in her pocket. Her efforts did not go as unnoticed as she hoped; Snape turned to her again and surveyed her plate, thinking that she couldn't have finished all of the broccoli so quickly. "Where is it?" he asked exasperated. "Where's what?" she replied innocently. "Your broccoli." "I ate it." He raised an eyebrow and scanned her face for hints of fibbing. "Really? Are you quite certain that's the story you want to go by?" She nodded. "Tell me why I don't believe you." Tirza giggled. "Cuz you're crazy?" "Hardly. Now this is your last chance to tell the truth," he warned. "Search me dude!" Snape decided to take her up on her offer. "Alright, stand up." Tirza reluctantly stood and he immediately noticed her bulging pocket. "What is in your pocket?" She looked at him definitely. "Lucky charms; they're magically delicious!" She giggled at the joke that no one else understood. Snape reached over and pulled the napkin out of her pocket, the broccoli falling to the floor. "How'd that get there?" Tirza asked innocently. "You are not amusing," Snape told her. "You are grounded." "Because I didn't eat my broccoli?" "No; because you lied." She flopped back into the chair, a scowl disfiguring her face. "God, you suck." "Watch it young lady." She continued to scowl at him, but kept her mouth shut.
Tirza sat in the arm chair across from Snape, her arms folded across her chest, a scowl on her face. "I'm bored," she whined. "Find something to do," Snape told her, not even looking up from his book. "I want to watch Scooby Doo but you grounded me from the TV." "Go play with your dollhouse." "The O'Connells are asleep, their adventures in Egypt make them tired," she told him. "I wanna watch TV!" Snape looked at her. "I am really not in the mood for your whining. You did this to yourself." "I WANNA WATCH SCOOBY DOO!" she yelled. "Tirza..." She stood up and yelled again, stomping her feet. "Alright young lady, you have two choices. One, you find something to do and stop your tantrum. Two, you continue this tantrum, get a spanking and your TV will be taken away tomorrow as well." Tirza's jaw dropped open. "That's not how it's supposed to go." "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "You are supposed to give in because I'm tiny and cute," she pointed out, pouting. "Forgive me for ruining your plans, but what I said stands. So what will your choice be?" Sighing, Tirza realized that she wasn't going to win this one. "I'll go get a color book," she told him, stomping off to her room. Snape shook his head as he watched her stomp away; thinking how unfortunate it was that she inherited his stubbornness.
"Daddy?" "Yes?" Snape continued tucking the covers around her and brushed several stray curls from her face. "I miss AJ," she told him quietly. "And you guys don't have telephones and I can't call her and she's probably all worried and thinks that you are some kind of murderer and you killed me and stuffed me inside a wall." Snape looked at her serious little face. "Where would she get an idea like that?" "Law & Order, we watched that show cuz her daddy's a cop and we'd pretend he was on the show instead of the old detective." Snape chuckled, her imagination never ceased to amaze him. "I'm sorry you miss her." "Can we go visit her someday? I think she'd like you." Snape wondered what kind of disasters they'd get into in New York City. "I'll think about, alright?" Tirza nodded and kissed him. "I love you daddy- even if you take away my TV." Snape chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I love you too," he whispered.
Friday flew by and before Tirza knew it, it was evening. She sat in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione, Harry and Ron. "Are you all ready for the sleepover?" she asked. Hermione nodded. "As soon as I get back from Hogsmeade I'll bring my stuff down." The boys rolled their eyes. "Let's not talk about this silly sleepover stuff," Ron asked. The girl giggled. "Guys," Tirza said.