Alright, I'm new at this, so if it is corny, or strange or different…give
me a break ok?Haha, anyway, review and tell me if this is going in a good
direction~and this is from Raie Black (daughter of Sirius Black) point of
view.
Chapter1
"What's wrong?" asked Ron, who was piggishly chewing away at a stack of pancakes.
"Nothing," I lied…I almost burst out laughing, as maple syrup ran down his chin. But, then of course, what was new with food on his face?
"Do you know if there is any homework in Potions?" Hermione asked.
My stomach contracted. Did she say Potions? Potions that is taught by Professor Snape? I shook my head, and nodded.
"Fred told me there is a whole lot of it," I answered, and watched as Hermione rolled her eyes.
So what if Snape gave a lot of homework? I did not mind, honestly.
"I was hoping there would be no homework over the weekend, but I suppose it will be a long term assignment if he assigns it Friday." Hermione answered smartly
"It's not like he honestly cares if we work hard on homework all weekend,"Ron said absentmindly, chasing a link of sausage around his plate, with a fork.
"No kidding," Harry answered, turning to glare at Snape, who was drinking something up at the High Table.
Was it just me, or did he look extremely handsome drinking it? Harry noticed I was looking up there, and poked me extremely hard.
"What was that for?" I asked sharply.
"There's better things to do than marvel at Snape," Harry laughed, it offended me immediately.
"Me? Marveling at Snape, you must be joking,"I answered, trying to keep my face from turning bright red.
"Right," Harry answered, but I knew at once, he was just joking, and he did not know I secretly was admiring Snape.
Chapter1
"What's wrong?" asked Ron, who was piggishly chewing away at a stack of pancakes.
"Nothing," I lied…I almost burst out laughing, as maple syrup ran down his chin. But, then of course, what was new with food on his face?
"Do you know if there is any homework in Potions?" Hermione asked.
My stomach contracted. Did she say Potions? Potions that is taught by Professor Snape? I shook my head, and nodded.
"Fred told me there is a whole lot of it," I answered, and watched as Hermione rolled her eyes.
So what if Snape gave a lot of homework? I did not mind, honestly.
"I was hoping there would be no homework over the weekend, but I suppose it will be a long term assignment if he assigns it Friday." Hermione answered smartly
"It's not like he honestly cares if we work hard on homework all weekend,"Ron said absentmindly, chasing a link of sausage around his plate, with a fork.
"No kidding," Harry answered, turning to glare at Snape, who was drinking something up at the High Table.
Was it just me, or did he look extremely handsome drinking it? Harry noticed I was looking up there, and poked me extremely hard.
"What was that for?" I asked sharply.
"There's better things to do than marvel at Snape," Harry laughed, it offended me immediately.
"Me? Marveling at Snape, you must be joking,"I answered, trying to keep my face from turning bright red.
"Right," Harry answered, but I knew at once, he was just joking, and he did not know I secretly was admiring Snape.