The First of Many {Sam Snape, Severus Snape}

[Eloise Clarke]

Ellie had plenty of patients already, but she had gone to school with Severus (frankly, she’d had a bit of a crush on him, at that point), and she was going to make room for his daughter in her schedule. From the owl he had sent her, the man sounded worried (at best), and desperate (at worst). It was clear that he cared for his only child and he was at his wits’ end about how to help her.

Which was where Ellie came in. While she was the Wizarding equivalent of a Muggle psychiatrist, Ellie treated the occasional Muggle, as well. Muggles were people, too, and they deserved the best treatment that they could receive, and yes, Ellie was one of the best. She didn’t really think of herself in that way (she did not like conceit, especially in herself), but as she had received several awards (from Wizards and Muggles) over the past few years, she knew that she was at least making a difference.

The last anorexic she had dealt with, though, had been a Muggle teenager. He had been one of the rarer male cases of anorexia, and he was doing much better now. In fact, he was even trying out for his school’s football team, now that he had a bit more muscle on him. He still came to see Ellie; she was one of the only people who didn’t look down on him for his disorder. No, she had chosen to help him instead of judging him. After all, some mental disorders were developed, and others had always been there, dormant, waiting to become active.

Now, though, she was waiting for the young Snape. Severus had said that he was going to bring her; there was no way she'd want to come on her own, the psychiatrist was sure.

Quite frankly, she was quite curious to meet her former classmate's daughter. What had happened in the girl's life that she felt the need to deal with it in such a way?

Well, she was going to find out. Not today, certainly; things almost never progressed that quickly, but, yes, eventually Ellie would be able to help her. She would not rest until she had helped Samantha Snape.

Today, she was dressed in a set of dark robes, a little bit of embroidery around the neck and sleeves. It was to be her first session with Sam, and she wanted to try to make her as comfortable as possible. At the moment, though, she didn't know whether or not Sam preferred Muggle or Wizarding clothes, and so, she went with her usual routine of wearing robes for a Wizarding patient.

The psychiatrist glanced at her watch. They were due to be here at any moment.


((OOC: tagging Snape in this one 'cause I figure he'll be brining her and then he can go away.))

[Samantha Snape]

Sam crossed her arms, the classic gesture of defiance, as she staunchly looked away. She was not willingly here, and she was not going to like this. Nor, was she going to be talking to this lady. She didn't need help - unless it was Ana's, of course. Thinking of that, she was turned to thinking of her Ana - Daciana, to most. She wished that her blonde love were here, it would be easier to calm her rage at being forced to endure this - this - farce of idiocy. Had she been of age to make her own choice about this, she would have rightfully refused. As she wasn't of age, however, and wouldn't be so for two years yet, she had no choice but to endure.

And mentally scream profanities all the while.

Concentrating on her clothing, she felt that she needed to divert her mind to something else before her magic reacted to her rage. The last time that had happened, she had ended up with shattered windows, her bedroom door nearly off it;s hinges, and a four-foot-diameter hole in her wall. Just to feel close to her love always, she had worn the jacket she had "borrowed" from Daciana. Along with that, she wore one of her usual black Evanescence t-shirts, over a fitted navy long-sleeved shirt. Adorning her bottom half were boys skater-style jeans (which were generously ripped in odd places) and combat boots; both were black.

As far as jewelery went, two of the three items she wore were things that her father had seen before. The third, however, was something she was hesitant to let anyone know about - though, of course, Daciana and Lux knew about it. The first, was the usual gold cross she always wore; it had been her mother's, and helped her feel close to the woman, though Ciara had been dead for seven years now. The second, were a small pair of black cross stud earrings. They had been a gift from Lux on her last birthday, and she wore then to feel as if the girl who was like her sister was with her; she needed all of her loved ones close right now. As for the last,she wore a sliver skull tongue piercing. This was quite a recent acquisition, and hoped that she wouldn't be moved to childish acts while her father was in the same room as she, or she would end up sticking out her tongue.

Needless to say, that wouldn't end well.

((Polyvore set for Sam:

www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=38512786 ))

[Severus Snape]

Snape knew perfectly well that his daughter didn't want to be here, but he honestly did not know what else to do. Dumbledore's answer to his owl had made him a little bit more comfortable with the idea of taking his daughter to a psychiatrist.

Yes, he had known the woman in school, but he still wasn't sure what was going to happen or how good she really was.

The only choice he really had was to at least take Sam for one appointment and see how things went. Hopefully, it would go well for a first meeting, and Sam would want to go back.

Which was one reason he'd ultimately gone with a female psychiatrist; he thought Sam would be more comfortable talking to a woman. Especially with what he'd recently learned about his child.

"I know you do not want to be here, Sam," he started, but he didn't really know where to go from there.

Instead of continuing, he took Sam inside to meet Psychiatrist Eloise Clarke.

Ushering his daughter through the door in front of him, he closed it behind the two of them, taking a glance around.

Well, the office was certainly comfortable-looking, to say the least.

"Miss Clarke," he greeted the woman behind the desk. "Severus Snape, as you know. This is my daughter, Sam."

[Eloise Clarke]

She stood up as they entered her office, smiling in a reassuring manner. When she smiled, her whole face would light up, making her look even more pretty than she was when she was simply existing.

"Do come in; make yourself comfortable," she said. "Can I offer you anything? Any sort of snack or drink? Anything at all?" Anything to make her newest patient more comfortable than she was. She didnot want to be here, so she was going to be a challenge at first, Ellie was sure.

"You look just like your mother, Sam," she smiled. "Ciara was a wonderful woman," she murmured. True, she hadn't known her that well, but she'd known her well enough that what she was saying was the truth.

Gesturing around the room, she smiled again. "Please, sit anywhere that you'll be comfortable."

And then she turned to Severus. "Well, Severus, she'll be all right with me. We're just going to talk a bit, today, but I think it would be best if it was just the young lady and myself; I'll let you know when we're done."

After all, Sam might end up saying something (probably not today, though) about her father or about something she wouldn't want her father to know right this moment.

[Samantha Snape]

Sam mentally scoffed when her father said he knew she didn't want to be here. Oh, he had bloody well know! She had made it rather clear, by pointedly not trying to speak with him, as she normally would have, when any opportunity arose. It had been like that for the past few days, ever since she had been informed of this. In all, Sam seriously did not want to be here - honestly, she would rather have kissed a boy than be here, and that was saying something, considering her lesbianism. As usual, however, she didn't react emotionally. She simply stared straight ahead and said nothing. Let her frigid, unbending silence be her answer.

She had nothing to say, so she would not.

The tall redhead said still nothing, when they arrived at thewoman's - Sam seriously doubted the person deserved to be called so, as the fairer sex were usually known for compassion - office. She zoned out - more like deliberately tuned out - during her father's conversation with the brunette woman. Of course, the Chaser was yanked back to reality when her mother was mentioned. She all but held back her glare, keeping her mask of cold detachment, as she simply stared blankly and (as some had said) unnervingly at this Eloise woman.

Inside, however, she was fuming. How dare this bitch speak of her mother! How dared this woman speak of her mother as if she had known her! What gave this - this - this woman - still with the doubt of compassion's being possessed - the faintest inclinge that Sam cared what she thought?! Forcibly keeping her emotions under wraps, Sam made sure she didn't react when it was said her father should leave; she would make it clear she didn't care that he would be gone or not - it was his fault, after all. If not for his inability to see how much good this was doing her, how much she needed this, how much she wanted to do this, she wouldn't have been here in the first place.

As it was, her father seemed not to care; she was being passive-aggressive; and this therapist lady had no idea what she'd taken on when she accepted the request to help one Samantha Cleopatra Snape.

[Eloise Clarke]

With a nod and a murmured, "I won't be far away," Severus Snape left his daughter to Eloise Clarke.

Once the door had closed behind her former classmate, Ellie turned her attention back to the young woman in front of her.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the office in general. If Sam felt like sitting on the floor, that would be fine with Ellie, as long as it made Sam more likely to speak to her. This was an issue that the girl could not see, which was why her father had brought her here. It was going to be difficult to get Sam to respond, to anything, really, but Ellie was determined.

No, she may not have any idea what she'd agreed to when she'd taken on Samantha Cleopatra Snape, but then again, the young Snape had no idea how stubborn Eloise Clarke could be.

And, Sam would learn quite quickly, whether or not she wanted to admit to the fact, that her psychiatrist was certainly compassionate. After all, she'd only been dealing with Amara Malfoy for close to a decade and she felt rather a bit more than simply compassion for the other woman.

But she brought her attention back to the moment at hand; she could think of Amara later.

"So, Sam," she started with a gentle smile. "What brings you here today?" She knew perfectly well why Severus had brought his daughter to her, but if the girl started talking to her at all, that would be a beginning. Even if she simply ended up cursing at the woman and vented, that would be a start.

One might not think that having someone curse and vent at their psychiatrist on their first visit would be considered progress, but well, Ellie wasn't most people. She would do her best to draw Sam out of herself. However, she would have to get to know the girl a little bit, first. And hopefully, that wouldn't take long, after Sam was comfortable being here. That, on the other hand, might take a while. But Eloise was willing to put in the time that it would take, and then some.

[Samantha Snape]

The redhead resisted the urge to sneer, as her father left. Really, she didnot want to be here, but that was probably very obvious by now... When the woman she would be forced to interact with for some time told her that she should take a seat, however, the Chaser truly did sneer. She wouldn't dignify that with a response, and so simply crossed over to the window seat. She settled with her back against the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest, glaring at the brunette. Her eyes spoke of cold defiance, as did the thin, white line her lips had formed. Others had often said that, when she was angry enough, she looked just like her father.

She had always taken that as a compliment, and now hoped that some of his intimidation had rubbed off on her, too. She wanted this woman away from her, and would make that clear, though not verbally. She had decided that she wouldn't speak to the woman, but it seemed that this Eloise person knew how to get something, at least, from her. Her sneer returned, more vehement and malicious this time. "I'm not here for any damned reason, lady. My father," she spat the word, her hurt and betrayal lacing the angered word, "seems to think that I'm crazy and need 'help' of some sort... F*ck that..."

She muttered the last, sketching air quotes around the word help. It was rather obvious that she didn't see things the same way, and would make it a point to prove she didn't need any damned help. When she noted the completely unresponsive expression on the psychiatrist's face, the redhead's sneer gained a new, cruel edge. "What? Am I going to fast for you? Well, let me put it simply." Then, enunciating each of the five words she spoke nest, she made it a point to spit them directly into Eloise' face.

"Step. The. F*ck. Off. Bitch."

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TAGGED: Eloise.
WORD COUNT: 425.
NOTES: Soooo short... I told you my muse was being stubborn... Sorry for Sam's being so... volatile... I will admit, though embarrassed, that I did the exact same thing, the first time I met with my psychiatrist... DX