A/N: This is dedicated to CharmMaster, whose idea I kinda stole for this fic. I'm sorry! He doesn't mind, though — thankyou, thankyou! Go read his stuff OK, anyway, the Harry Potter character mentioned —the professor -- is JKR's, unfortunately. I wouldn't mind owning him, though, and I'm sure he'd have much more fun with me *g*
I did it! Really!
I walked down the damp, slimy hallway, wishing I didn't have to be there. God, I would have given quite a bit to not have had to go to my next class. I didn't have the report due today. I'd done it! It had been longer even than it had to be, and I'd checked it over so carefully, and I was sure I'd get a good grade -- as good a grade as the teacher gave, anyway. These things are definitely relative. And thenI'd lost it. I'd looked everywhere! It wasn't there I was so dead
I rehearsed what I'd say to the teacher in my head.
"I did it, really I did, but I can't find it now" That sounds like an excuse — and this teacher hates excuses.
"I've looked everywhere and I can't find it — would it be possible for me to get an extension, so I could rewrite it?" Oh, right, like he'd go for that. He'd probably laugh in my face. Or just give me detention. God, I hate this guy — and I'm terrified out of my mind of him. Everyone is.
The moment I'd been dreading arrived, and the door loomed ahead of me. I shivered and walked through.
I nervously approached the teacher's desk and cleared my throat.
"Um, Professor Snape?"
End.