Just in time for the Christmas Holiday, a silly little fic to get everyone in the holiday spirit. Warning: I came up with this at midnight last night, half-asleep and the results may be a little- silly.
Professor Severus Snape peered down at the class sitting in front of him. What a pathetic, half-witted lot. For some reason, they seemed even harder to keep under control today. Every time he turned his back, the whole class started talking.
But of course, when he turned around they all went immediately silent. So he had yet to catch a single one in the act.
What had the students so strangely giddy today? It was heavily snowing outside, but it wasn't as though the students had never seen snow before.
Was there an event planned for after the class, some sort of festivities in the Great Hall? Surely Snape would have been informed if there was something going on. They would need someone to help keep order. Students having fun could often be compared to a wild bunch of hyenas spotting prey.
So then… it was a joke. About him. Most likely something along the lines of that boggart Lupin had let out. Just when Snape thought that he had seen the last of students and even teachers laughing at him in the hallway, something else had come along with the sole purpose of humiliating him.
Snape turned around to face the board, writing out the next series of instructions in making the potion. As soon as he turned, the voices started up again.
He slowly reached up behind his back, feeling for a note that must surely be stuck there. Professor McGonagall had bumped into him in the hall. Blast that woman!
Even though Snape was certain McGonagall was siding with the students against him, he could find no note on the back of his cloak; nothing with the words "Hex Me" or something similar.
Snape stayed with his back facing the classroom instead of snapping right back to face them and abruptly end their conversations. Instead he let them continue, giving him time distinguish the voices of the talking students.
Not to his surprise, it was Mr. Weasley's voice he heard first.
"I can't believe our rotten luck- Snape's class just had to be the last before Christmas break began."
Of course- Christmas was in a week. That would explain the students' disruptive behavior, but not excuse it.
After Weasley's voice came Miss Granger's. "It is bad timing, but you have to admit, this is sooo worth it. And I don't see why you are so excited about Christmas break. You have so much studying to catch up on; it's going to be like you're still going to classes."
"Aw… Hermione, don't remind me. Let me just enjoy this while I can."
Then there was Mr. Potter's voice, dripping with the sarcasm he inherited from his father, "As much as I'm enjoying potions today, I would much rather be done with classes."
Snape spun around.
"Mr. Potter, if you are enjoying my class so much, then you wouldn't mind meeting me next Friday for detention."
There was a shocked silence around the classroom. Mr. Potter and his two friends wore identical expressions: mouths wide open and eyes wide, as if they couldn't quite believe what they had heard.
"But, but, sir…" Mr. Potter pleaded, "next Friday is Christmas."
"I don't see why that would be such a problem for you, Potter. After all, it is not as though you were going home for Christmas."
"I was going to stay with the Weasleys this year. They expected me to come there with Ron on the train tonight."
"Well you should have thought of that before you disrupted my class. And as for the rest of you-"The class leaned away from him, afraid of who else's holiday he might ruin. "Class is dismissed."
Snape turned around once again to whip down the board, muttering "Bah Humbug" under his breath. He didn't hear the conversations as he the students filled out of the classroom.
"Can he really do that- give you detention on Christmas?"
"You have to tell Dumbledore. I'm sure he won't stand for this."
"Right, I'm sure Dumbledore would love being bothered because my Christmas holiday is ruined."
"But Harry-"
"Don't worry, Harry, I'll stay with you. I'll owl my parents and let them know I won't be coming home either."
"No, Ron, no sense in your Christmas being ruined as well."
"Think about it this way, you two. Even though this may arguably be Harry's worst potions class ever…"
"And there have been some pretty bad ones."
"It was much, much worse for Snape."
The three of them burst in laughter.
"Who do you think did that to his cloak?"
"Clearly someone very good at transfiguration. I would think- stop looking at me like that! It wasn't me!"
"He never noticed, did he?"
"How can someone not notice their emerald cloak turn bright, sparkly purple?"
