''Now turn to Page 345 of your books, and copy down the ingredients, for the potion'' I sneered, I hated teaching Gryffindors, can't brew to save their own lives, the brash, ignorant dunderheads.
''Well come on, what are you waiting for'' I snapped at the 5th Year Gryffindors. My Slytherins however, were sat there waiting patiently for the next instructions. Dunderheads.
''Once you have finished in your own sweet time, get to your cauldrons and get your ingredients.''
How incompetent can they be?
''You have 2 hours, to complete Felis Felis, if and only if you have perfected the brew, will you get a sample.'' No chance there, for McGonagall's Lions.
''Hurry up'' I snapped, the Gryffindors were positively shaking in their seats.
''Excuse me Sir'' Zabini asked.
''Yes''
''Your daughters at the door'' Crap.
''Eliza, what do you want now?'' I asked my 5 year old daughter, who stood arms crossed in the doorway.
''Mummy said that you are not to be mean to the Gryffindors. Otherwise you're sleeping on the couch.'' Damn the horrid noble woman, why can't she let me have my fun.
''I am'' I lied, she would never know.
''But daddy, they all look scared. You're being mean. Mummy says that when I'm in Gryffindor, that I going to have to stick up for my house and I am'' My daughter ranted to me.
''You're not going to be a Gryffindor though, you are going to be a Slytherin like daddy.''
''Nope, Gryffindor like mummy'' She spoke popping the p.
I sneered, that woman has been putting ideas into her head.
''Be nice'' She stomped. Turning around, her inky curls bouncing as she walked out the door.
''What are you dunderheads, looking at. Get back to work'' I snapped.