Christine had only been late for class a handful of times and every time made her want to cry in a very unGryffindor-like way. But never had she been late for Potions class, never in her seven years at Hogwarts. So when she slipped in, ten minutes late because of a rude trick her roommates had played on her, she quietly slid into her chair in the front row—front row!—and dug her book, parchment and quills out of her bag. It figured, of course, that the one time she was late—and probably the only time—the only seat left would be right where the Professor could openly mock her.
But as she looked up into his face and then quickly hid behind her hair again, he wasn't mocking or scolding. He did, however, look as though he was trying his hardest to hold back any sarcastic remarks he wanted to shoot her way. She grabbed a fist full of reddish curly hair and pulled it in front of her face, focusing her attentions on Moste Potente Potions.
XX
Katie knew she was late, she most always was when it came to Potions. The cause this time was because she and two of her very best friends in the world were plotting a way to give Professor 'Snivillus' as Fred liked to call him, as much hell as possible this year. They were up until 3 in the morning Katie guessed, their plan was simple, Katie was going to sneak a few dung bombs into class, and save seats for the twins. That was it. The twins wouldtake care of the rest. So why did it feel to her as though she was helping blow up the twin towers?
"It's just a harmless prank" she told herself. "Nothing to worry about." She walked down to the Potions classroom with a heavy heart. "There is no reason for you to feel bad," she told herself, "You've pulled lots of pranks with the twins before, why are you flipping out now?"
She walked into class and sat down in the back. The twins would be happy about that. They liked to work when they couldn't be overheard.
"Ah, Miss Dawson, you've finally decied to show your face." she heard Snape say. She had never really liked Snape, but she felt that he was just a misunderstood person. but as of right now, seeing him stare at her with those cold, black, daggers of his, she pulled her firey, long, red hair around her face. She thought it looked as if he was going to say something else when the door burst open. She turned to see the twins running over to her with dirt all over their faces.
"Where have you two been?" she asked in a Hermione-like tone. "Class is half-way finished and you two are just now getting here!" she snapped. It wasn't that she was upset that they were late, she had only just arrived herself. It was that she didn't like to be away from Fred for very long.
"Someone's been hanging around Hermione for too long" said George.
"You're right Georgie," said Fred. "Look, her hair is even starting to get bushy!" He said as he tried to poke her. "
Shut up you two!" she said, trying to hide a smile.
"I hate to break up the dream team," They turned around to see Snape standing over them looking pissed off.