Not mine. Damn. Still not mine. Damn.
Severus Snape woke up with a start. His alarm clock was beeping irritatingly and he gave it a look that would make Longbottom wet his pants. It continued beeping, not minding the death glare from the professor.
"Stupid thing," he muttered, and he pounded it with his fist. The beeping stopped. Snap moaned and got out of bed. He rubbed his head and slipped into his robes. Preparing several nasty new faces for his sixth year Potions class, he drank a vial of Vile Elxiation. His face twisted into a sneer. Satisfied, he turned on his heel and billowed to the great hall.
Potter and Weasley glared at him as he made his way to the head table. He heard Weasley mutter "-imy git" and heard that insuffereable know it all tell him to shut his gob. A bitter smile twisted his face. Good. Finally.
He heard Weasley mutter more words and Granger and Potter broke out into laughter. They continued laughing until Snape made it to the head table. He scowled and they giggled. This was not the usual effect he had. He'd just made a fresh batch of the Elixation. Had he washed his hair last night? No, he ran a hand through, nice and greasy.
"Dumbledore," he said bluntly as they headmaster took his seat. "Dumbledore, the Gryffindors have all gone mad." And indeed, now the whole Gryffindor table was laughing.
"Come now, Severus, what fun would Hogwarts be if all Gryffindors weren't a bit...mad?" Albus asked with a smile on his face. "Besides, laughing when you think somethings funny is hardly a reason to laugh."
Snape sighed, exasperated, and stormed out of the hall.
The bedamned sixths years filed in, the Gryffindors still smirking and bursting into giggles at inopportune moments. Snape launched into his speech on the Elixer of Despair and called on Malfoy instead of that bushy- haired brat.
"Professor," the boy said. "Professor, if Dumbledore said to express our feelings, should we?"
Snape was puzzled. What had this to do with the Elixer of Despair?
"I suppose," he said icily. Then Malfoy, with a strange look on his face, pulled his wand out and pointed it at Potter, muttering something odd under his breath.
Harry got up onto the table and started to yell.
"SNAPE SUCKS!" he screamed, and continued in this vein for some time. Until, red faced and panting, he sat down, breathing heavily.
"YOU!" he screamed at Malfoy. "I'm going to eat you! I'll carve out your heart with a spoon! A SPOON!"
"Why a spoon?" Goyle asked curiously.
"BECAUSE IT'LL HURT MORE YOU TWIT!!!"
We shall close the curtain on this scene...for now. Muahhahha!
Severus Snape woke up with a start. His alarm clock was beeping irritatingly and he gave it a look that would make Longbottom wet his pants. It continued beeping, not minding the death glare from the professor.
"Stupid thing," he muttered, and he pounded it with his fist. The beeping stopped. Snap moaned and got out of bed. He rubbed his head and slipped into his robes. Preparing several nasty new faces for his sixth year Potions class, he drank a vial of Vile Elxiation. His face twisted into a sneer. Satisfied, he turned on his heel and billowed to the great hall.
Potter and Weasley glared at him as he made his way to the head table. He heard Weasley mutter "-imy git" and heard that insuffereable know it all tell him to shut his gob. A bitter smile twisted his face. Good. Finally.
He heard Weasley mutter more words and Granger and Potter broke out into laughter. They continued laughing until Snape made it to the head table. He scowled and they giggled. This was not the usual effect he had. He'd just made a fresh batch of the Elixation. Had he washed his hair last night? No, he ran a hand through, nice and greasy.
"Dumbledore," he said bluntly as they headmaster took his seat. "Dumbledore, the Gryffindors have all gone mad." And indeed, now the whole Gryffindor table was laughing.
"Come now, Severus, what fun would Hogwarts be if all Gryffindors weren't a bit...mad?" Albus asked with a smile on his face. "Besides, laughing when you think somethings funny is hardly a reason to laugh."
Snape sighed, exasperated, and stormed out of the hall.
The bedamned sixths years filed in, the Gryffindors still smirking and bursting into giggles at inopportune moments. Snape launched into his speech on the Elixer of Despair and called on Malfoy instead of that bushy- haired brat.
"Professor," the boy said. "Professor, if Dumbledore said to express our feelings, should we?"
Snape was puzzled. What had this to do with the Elixer of Despair?
"I suppose," he said icily. Then Malfoy, with a strange look on his face, pulled his wand out and pointed it at Potter, muttering something odd under his breath.
Harry got up onto the table and started to yell.
"SNAPE SUCKS!" he screamed, and continued in this vein for some time. Until, red faced and panting, he sat down, breathing heavily.
"YOU!" he screamed at Malfoy. "I'm going to eat you! I'll carve out your heart with a spoon! A SPOON!"
"Why a spoon?" Goyle asked curiously.
"BECAUSE IT'LL HURT MORE YOU TWIT!!!"
We shall close the curtain on this scene...for now. Muahhahha!