Severus Snape sighed as his grandmother prattled away about something or other. He loved the woman dearly, he did, but she was such a chatterbox!

"Severus!"

His head snapped up. "Yes, Grandmother? I apologise, I wasn't paing attention."

Camellia Snape gave a snort. "That much is obvious, my dear boy. Now, I was saying, child, that the reason you don't find a nice girl is that, I believe the words you used were, 'no right-minded witch will have me.' Am I correct?"

Severus repressed a groan. "Yes, Grandmother. There isn't a witch in the world that would fall for the infamous Severus Snape, so why must you continually badger me about it?" He was starting to regret staying up so late brewing; he had a pounding headache and could barely follow anything the old woman said.

He did, however, catch it when Camellia clapped like a schoolgirl and said happily, "Oh, well then that's all right then, Severus Darling!"

"What?" She badgered after him for years to settle down and have a family and now she . . . Was alright that he couldn't find a witch in the world willing to have anything to do with him? Women were stranger than he thought . . .

"I've been talking to Diana Blythe-" Oh, dear God, what were they going to do to him this time? "-and her granddaughter Anne has exactly the same problem." Maybe there was some worth to his grandmother's doddery old friend after all. "Anne's a good girl, but she's no luck with men. She's too old-fashioned, apparently, and most of them are intimidated by her, as she's clever enough to give you a run for your money."

Severus snorted. "Any idiotic male that will be intimidated by a woman challenging what few brain cells his thick head has the capacity to hold doesn't deserve the air he breathes."

His grandmother nodded. "You're right about that Sev Dear, which is why we've set the two of you up on a date! Anne's a sweet girl, you'll just love her!" Camellia pointedly ignored her grandson's spluttering. "-And the date is in . . . ten minutes, so wash up, sweetheart!"

How did he get into these messes?

END PROLOGUE.

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