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[SICILLIA SNOW]

Resumé in hand, Sicillia pushed herself through the Hogwarts grounds. Her brown curls bounced off her shoulders as she zipped passed students. The freshly fallen snow looked almost inviting to the woman but Sici shook her thoughts and focused on the goal at hand. The laughter of children as they chased each other with handfuls of flaky ice turned Sici to once again remember why she disliked winter. Children she sneered to herself. Actually, children were the reason why she hated everything. She paused for a moment as her leather gloves clenched tighter to the rolled parchment she carried. Could she do this again? When Sicillia lost her job at Beauxbatons she threw an angry fit and cursed a group of students (leading to her having to flee security) but she never liked it there anyway. She had only been insulted for being fired and scared at what she was going to do after that. Her idea of working at Hogwarts was for the same reasons: easy money and free room and board.

Yes, living at one's place of employment made things so much easier. There was never any rent to pay and in the case of a boarding school, meals were abundant and always cooked and served to you. Sici loved never having to lay a finger and being waited on, it reminded her of better times. The witch reminisced of her mansion in Morocco, house elves at her leisure and as many elaborate parties as she could throw. After the money was gone, she fled to France with friends and when one of them commented on her excellent skill at dangerous hexes, Sici got the idea to apply at the school. She was there for only a term until the students complained that Sicillia didn't actually know enough of the language to properly teach a class. Faking it got her many places but a permanent career in a foreign country wasn't one of them. It was hurtful that the dismissal came so close to Christmas but Sici would get her revenge sooner or later. She just hoped that the Hogwarts headmaster had a position open for the second term of the year. It was a long shot and karma wasn't Sici's mate recently.

Always one for a dramatic entrance, Sici waved her ebony wand at the large double doors of the castle. Instantly the wood pushed open and the witch entered the hall. Her stilettos clicked against the marble floor as she cleared away from the entrance and allowed the enchanted doors to close behind her . She smirked as she took in the display around her. After so many years the feeling was still the same. Hogwarts exhaled a breath of nostalgia and mysticism. As a teen Sicillia never enjoyed school as to her it was considered a prison. In her first two years at Hogwarts, while Sici was still young and her mind free from harsh criticism, she loved being there and experiencing life away from her family. It wasn't a coincidence that the same year her brother joined her at the school did Sici start to feel a hatred for the place she once favored.

Where to go to first? Sici was well aware of the location of the headmaster's office seeing as she was sent there often as a student. But she couldn't just turn up unannounced and what if he wasn't even in his office? She'd look like a crazed lunatic waiting for him when she knew you needed a password to enter. It had been her plan originally to just barge in, thrust her falsified resumé at him and proceed to make a rehearsed speech about her success at perfecting the marks of remedial students at Beauxbatons. Now, as she stood near the doorway in pink robes she had stolen from some drunk and confunded patron at the Three Broomsticks, Sici wondered if she could pull it off again. Deceit was her greatest attribute, of course she could do it. Doubt began to grow inside, something she hadn't felt in years. Perhaps she should go to the owlery, quill up a brief letter explaining that she must leave France for the UK immediately and is in need of a job transfer. Sici cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips. No, she was ready to do this. Operation "Fool the School" had already commenced and she didn't ever quit anything.

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It wasn't always that Ana would take a free browse towards the grounds of the Castle. It almost sounded like exercise to her as she made her way down towards the Entrance Hall. Her original idea today was to just go outside and bask in the warmth. It had been ages since she had actually enjoyed the bright warmth of the sun especially since the weather has been cold the last few days. The snow seemed to get worse everyday for the last few days so any sign of sun and warmth was good for her skin. She needed her skin to stay healthy. So, she dressed her self in a nice girly pair of shorts with a shirt and made her way down towards the entrance hall to where she carried nothing with her but her dark oak wand.

She hated this place and everyone that was so peach perfect inside of it. Sure Ana had her moments where she too felt like she was perfect, but what she hated the most were the students that were Hogwarts proud beyond control. Students would walk around wearing the robes as if they were so proud to be apart of Hogwarts. Sure it was great and all, but one could only take so much. Ana, was of course, ungrateful for what she had. She didn't really understand, she was just an average teenager. She scoffed at every prefect and glared at every other student that would look at her biting her lips at those she found attractive and hissing at the people that gave her dirty looks. It was pretty obvious she didn't like people. Pretty obvious.

She finally made her way towards the great doors when she stood still. Her eye brows met out of confusion. It was pretty rare for both doors to open at once. Normally only one would be open unless there was a special event. She stood there confused as she looked at the figure who stood at the door. " Who's that?" She whispered as she began to move closer towards the doors. It wasn't often that Hogwarts would get random appearances from anyone other than Ministry officials. This lady was no ministry official, she somewhat looks like a random if anything. 

She approached the doors and stared at the woman. Ana, being her rude and inconsiderate self spoke with a rude tone. " Excuse me. " She said with a rune voice almost bitchy if anything. " Who are you? And would you move out of the way?" She didn't sound welcoming nor did she sound friendly at all. She knew that if a professor heard her, then she would of copped a detention.  She wasn't exactly the best welcoming team to guests at Hogwarts. " You gonna move or what then?" She asked once more as she gave her a dirty look and stood there resting on one leg more than the other.

[SICILLIA SNOW]

Brown eyes took in the sights around Sicillia as she stood still. She was completely without movement, even her breathing paused. Hogwarts hadn't changed since her last visit there. Though she didn't really expect much to be different in fifteen years but she did think there would be something. Instead, the same feeling of intimidation came over her. The ancient building lingered over like a sacred relic. The walls echoed loudly with pride similar to a braggart giving a speech at a podium. It reminded Sicilla of politics; liars and cheats who fought at their go to be the most important deceiver. Hogwarts was a place that stole adolescence in exchange for a false sense of entitlement. Most of all, it had been her home for so many years and it grew Sicillia into what she was. She was just as pompous as the historic castle walls was she with her pedigree. She hated the place almost as much as she admired it. Just as herself.

Then, like a cherry on top of pudding to complete her almost perfect hate building inside, a snotty teenager approached to reassure the witch of her distaste in the school . Perhaps Sicillia had wanted to ask the girl to fetch the headmaster or get information out of her on which positions needed to be filled immediately. She never had the chance to even look the girl in the eye before she rudely scoffed demands at Sicillia. The older witch faked a smile and moved her arms from in front of her to each side of her body. The cheeky git she thought as her fingers tapped her wand with preparation as she cradled it in her thumb. They won't give you a job if you attack a student. Halfway through a movement that would have her pointing her weapon between the eyes of the girl, Sici twirled her hand and arm swiftly and discreetly placed her wand in the pocket of her robes.

"Who am I?" Sicillia asked, imitating the same impolite tone as the girl. "I happen to be Madame Snow from Beauxbatons, an instructor of the prestigious academy. And I cannot move because I need someone to summon the deputy headmaster for me." She emphasized the word "move" in an attempt to once again mirror the girl's condescending voice.

The girl's attitude almost made her come off as more of a bitch than Sici was. With age came wisdom and the selfish and big-headed Sici knew when to pick her battles. One couldn't be a bitch at all times, it didn't always get you want you wanted. She watched the girl's bodily position and noticed the stance she had herself in. What house was she in to exert such confidence? Sicillia couldn't tell from the outfit to girl wore but she guessed Slytherin since most of them had bad reputations as self-preserving arses. From she remembered, most of the older students at Hogwarts were good about showing respect to elders. She wondered, then, why this girl who came off as at least fifteen or sixteen had been so inhospitable. Maybe Sici was losing her memory and mixing up her experience at Beauxbatons as that at Hogwarts. Did she want to teach for such ill-mannered beasts?

"Now go on," Sicillia commanded, asserting herself above the girl. She waved her hand at her, brushing her away."Let my arrival be known, I'm a very busy woman. You shan't wish for me to wait any longer?"