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Written for the 'Those random moments...' challenge, my prompt was "Can cows jump?"

(A/n)- This is a drabble. Set during the fifth book, I guess, since Snape is teaching DADA in the sixth. Maybe before that but I thought that it should be set during Order of the Phoenix. Deal with it. Well, enjoy!

"Are you ready to pay attention, Mr. Weasley? Or am I just wasting you time by trying to get some scrap of information past your thick skull?"

Ron looked up with dazed eyes to see the coal black ones of Severus Snape staring back, his mouth in a tight line as he leaned over Ron's desk. "No, sir," Ron said, shaking his head to clear it. Snape raised his eyebrows. "I mean-I wasn't saying-I'm ready, Professor."

Snape gave a curt nod and went back to his lesson. "As I was saying, the ingredients for antidotes won't always be available. Another efficient way to cure someone of poison is using a- yes Mr. Weasley?"

Ron lowered his arm. "I had a question," he said unnecessarily. Snape's eyes flashed and he looked like he was thinking of something sarcastic to retort. "Well... I've been wondering for awhile... Can cows jump? Sir?" he added.

Snape narrowed his eyes, looking at Ron suspiciously. "Sorry, Weasley?"

"Can cows jump?" Ron said more slowly, his face completely blank and serious.

"I don't quite get your question," Snape said, his lips thinning so much they were nearly non-existent. "What does it have to do with Potions?"

Ron shrugged. "Absolutely nothing, I was just wondering. Do you know the answer, Professor?"

A few people laughed, not quite sure whether they should or not. Lavender Brown was giggling uncontrollably.

Snape examined Ron for a few seconds, his composure slipping. He'd never had a situation quite like this before... There was only one way to fix this. The Snape way. "Detention, Weasley. Three weeks worth. I hope you know not to interrupt my class again. Like I was saying, another efficient way to cure someone who's poisoned is to stick a bezor down their throats. A bezor is..."

Ron tuned Snape out again, disappointed. Maybe he could finally get his answer somewhere else... Once class was over, Ron rushed out first and looked around, finally finding Professor McGonagall.

"Hey Professor, I was just wondering..."

(A/n)- And... tada! Another drabble, I think I'm on a role. I should have entered challenges a long time ago. I hope you liked it! Reviews are love!