This is just a story I've been doing for fun. It isn't that great, but I thought I'd submit it also, just for fun. Please read and review. I'll add more chapters soon. Thank you!
I do not own any of the characters except for the nameless protagonist. And, since they're nameless, I guess I can't really own them, can I?
Stalking Professor Snape
by Sailor Aeris
CHAPTER ONE: Breakfast
I silently watched him from my house table. I hadn't touched my breakfast yet and I had been there all morning, waiting for this moment.
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I was outside the doors before anyone else was even in that section of the school. It was dark when I arrived and now the sun had barely cast any light through the large windows. In my hands were my books for my first class of the day. Filch arrived a while after I did. He gave me a strange look and opened the doors. It wasn't against the rules to be there that early, it was just unusual. Filch began wiping tables down. Why he couldn't have just gone and got someone with a wand to do it instantly I didn't know. Perhaps he just wanted something to do since sleepy children usually didn't make a whole lot of trouble and thus he wouldn't be able to reprimand anyone for at least an hour.
I sat at my normal table and ignored Mrs. Norris as she circled about my legs. I had only been there for about twenty minutes when Dumbledor entered the Great Hall. As he passed me he smiled warmly at me. I did the same to him and he took his seat. He opened a book with a Latin tile, Quando Flunkus Omni Monitati. I continued to sit still and stare ahead reviewing facts in my head for the upcoming transfiguration test.
About half an hour later, the professors began to show up. Each of them looked me over strangely when they noticed that I was the only student in the room. The only two professors that were still missing after a short while were Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape. This was not strange, professors sometimes showed up well after breakfast had been initially served. I guessed that Professor Snape was still making up or reviewing lesson plans for that day. About five minutes after the last professor, one that I was unfamiliar with, besides Flitwick and Professor Snape had entered, the rest of the students quickly began to fill the room up.
Shortly after, Professor Snape arrived.
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He entered through the main door and briskly walked to the table upon the raised area in the front of the Great Hall. He scanned over our table as he passed it on our right side, making certain that we were all present at breakfast and not off giving someone a reason to deduct points from our house. I was sitting on the left side so I could watch him walk by.
I mentally took note of the confident strides he took. He always seemed so sure of himself; the way he walked reinforced that.
He took his seat at the left end of the table, nearest ours. He took a short look at what was being offered for breakfast and waved his wand in a small "U" shape. Two over-easy eggs, one piece of toast with nothing on it, and a large hash brown disappeared off of the serving dishes and reappeared on his plate which was white with a dark blue rim.
That reminded me of my own breakfast. My crunchy cereal had become soggy. I could have easily conjured up another bowl, or gotten it by hand, but it would have probably gone to waste as well. I watched him consume a portion of his breakfast before he looked up. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor.
After a few moments, I looked back in his direction. We made eye contact. I felt my face go red and I turned my head so I was looking strait ahead at the other students in front of me and beyond them at the wall. I found that my heart rate had increased and I could hear the pulse in my head. My mouth was a bit dry. I took a small drink of the orange juice that I poured myself when I poured my cereal. I tried to look at him out of the corner of my left eye. I couldn't exactly tell, but I was pretty sure that he was now speaking to another professor.
I cursed myself in my head. I cursed him too with more vehemence than I did my self. Some one across the table interrupted my thoughts when they asked if I was going to finish my cereal. I did not verbally answer but instead I pushed the bowl across the table in front of them. They smiled and picked up their spoon.
I look at my wristwatch. It was nearly time to leave to our first class. Today, Monday, we would be having double transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs in the morning. I wasn't worried about the up coming test, but it was on my mind. I didn't study for it. I hardly ever did study. I was pretty good at memorizing things, but sometimes a review did help.
Headmaster Dumbledor stood up and cleared his throat. He stated that breakfast was coming to a close and that we ought to prepare for our first classes of the day, which would begin in about 8.7 minutes. Then he and the rest of the professors exited the room at which time all of the food and drink disappeared and the eating utensils, plates, and cups all became clean once again.
I do not own any of the characters except for the nameless protagonist. And, since they're nameless, I guess I can't really own them, can I?
Stalking Professor Snape
by Sailor Aeris
CHAPTER ONE: Breakfast
I silently watched him from my house table. I hadn't touched my breakfast yet and I had been there all morning, waiting for this moment.
~~~
I was outside the doors before anyone else was even in that section of the school. It was dark when I arrived and now the sun had barely cast any light through the large windows. In my hands were my books for my first class of the day. Filch arrived a while after I did. He gave me a strange look and opened the doors. It wasn't against the rules to be there that early, it was just unusual. Filch began wiping tables down. Why he couldn't have just gone and got someone with a wand to do it instantly I didn't know. Perhaps he just wanted something to do since sleepy children usually didn't make a whole lot of trouble and thus he wouldn't be able to reprimand anyone for at least an hour.
I sat at my normal table and ignored Mrs. Norris as she circled about my legs. I had only been there for about twenty minutes when Dumbledor entered the Great Hall. As he passed me he smiled warmly at me. I did the same to him and he took his seat. He opened a book with a Latin tile, Quando Flunkus Omni Monitati. I continued to sit still and stare ahead reviewing facts in my head for the upcoming transfiguration test.
About half an hour later, the professors began to show up. Each of them looked me over strangely when they noticed that I was the only student in the room. The only two professors that were still missing after a short while were Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape. This was not strange, professors sometimes showed up well after breakfast had been initially served. I guessed that Professor Snape was still making up or reviewing lesson plans for that day. About five minutes after the last professor, one that I was unfamiliar with, besides Flitwick and Professor Snape had entered, the rest of the students quickly began to fill the room up.
Shortly after, Professor Snape arrived.
~~~
He entered through the main door and briskly walked to the table upon the raised area in the front of the Great Hall. He scanned over our table as he passed it on our right side, making certain that we were all present at breakfast and not off giving someone a reason to deduct points from our house. I was sitting on the left side so I could watch him walk by.
I mentally took note of the confident strides he took. He always seemed so sure of himself; the way he walked reinforced that.
He took his seat at the left end of the table, nearest ours. He took a short look at what was being offered for breakfast and waved his wand in a small "U" shape. Two over-easy eggs, one piece of toast with nothing on it, and a large hash brown disappeared off of the serving dishes and reappeared on his plate which was white with a dark blue rim.
That reminded me of my own breakfast. My crunchy cereal had become soggy. I could have easily conjured up another bowl, or gotten it by hand, but it would have probably gone to waste as well. I watched him consume a portion of his breakfast before he looked up. I quickly dropped my eyes to the floor.
After a few moments, I looked back in his direction. We made eye contact. I felt my face go red and I turned my head so I was looking strait ahead at the other students in front of me and beyond them at the wall. I found that my heart rate had increased and I could hear the pulse in my head. My mouth was a bit dry. I took a small drink of the orange juice that I poured myself when I poured my cereal. I tried to look at him out of the corner of my left eye. I couldn't exactly tell, but I was pretty sure that he was now speaking to another professor.
I cursed myself in my head. I cursed him too with more vehemence than I did my self. Some one across the table interrupted my thoughts when they asked if I was going to finish my cereal. I did not verbally answer but instead I pushed the bowl across the table in front of them. They smiled and picked up their spoon.
I look at my wristwatch. It was nearly time to leave to our first class. Today, Monday, we would be having double transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs in the morning. I wasn't worried about the up coming test, but it was on my mind. I didn't study for it. I hardly ever did study. I was pretty good at memorizing things, but sometimes a review did help.
Headmaster Dumbledor stood up and cleared his throat. He stated that breakfast was coming to a close and that we ought to prepare for our first classes of the day, which would begin in about 8.7 minutes. Then he and the rest of the professors exited the room at which time all of the food and drink disappeared and the eating utensils, plates, and cups all became clean once again.