Silence. Deadly, menacing silence. It seemed to be one think that Snape
could maintain in his classes along with control. Well, that was if
Longbottom wasn't in the class. Today, Snape was in a particularly bitter
mood. He was teaching the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff 4th years. He didn't
like Hufflepuffs - too cheery. He almost flinched every time they laughed,
and so went out of his way to make them miserable.
He was striding down the long gap between tables and had just past two
Gryffindor girls, one with auburn hair, the other blonde. As soon as he had
past the blonde leant over and whispered in her friends ear. Her friend
couldn't help but to burst out laughing. The giggle echoed around the
dungeon walls, and every student in the room turned to look at the girl
with shock and sympathy. Sure enough, Snape swooped down on her, lips
curled into a cruel smile.
"Miss Orr," He began, glancing down at her potion. "Tell me what you find so amusing about dissecting a frog?"
The girl slowly raised large hazel eyes to meet Snape's, and swallowed. She was managing to keep her cool, but shit. He didn't look half scary - a tall black figure, shadowed by the dungeons dim light.
"Nothing, Professor," She replied. It was true - it wasn't the frog she had been laughing at. "I was clearing my throat."
"Well," He replied callously. "If you clear your throat again this lesson, I assure you that a week of detention might cure your cold."
Jenny mumbled something inaudible, and went back to dismembering the small amphibian.
Snape went back to his desk at the front of the class and underlined two names in his register:-
Silje Thorsteindottir
Jenny Orr
And added underneath
Will not be sitting next to each other next lesson
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Silje and Jenny made their way up to the Gryffindor common room, where almost immediately Jenny collapsed onto a nearby sofa, letting out a sigh of relief.
"God. Potions on Friday afternoon has got to be the worst fate known to man." She declared, swinging her legs round so she was fully stretched out on the sofa. She looked up on hearing her 4th year friend, Sophie, speak.
"For goodness sake, Jenny, take your shoes off or McGonnagal will go round the bend!" "No, please don't," Silje said quickly from behind Jenny. She was sitting by the fire, curled up on the floor. "It's bloody cold in here." "Where are Amber and Katrine, Soph?" ((FYI pronounced Katrina)) "Katrine's practising Quidditch," Sophie replied casually, flicking through a sketch book. "As for Amber - well." She vaguely gestured to a circular table, where a girl sat, cross legged. She had long brown hair and dark eyes, which at the time were wide and unmoving, and the iris completely black. In front of her a pencil was hovering in mid-air.
"Miss Orr," He began, glancing down at her potion. "Tell me what you find so amusing about dissecting a frog?"
The girl slowly raised large hazel eyes to meet Snape's, and swallowed. She was managing to keep her cool, but shit. He didn't look half scary - a tall black figure, shadowed by the dungeons dim light.
"Nothing, Professor," She replied. It was true - it wasn't the frog she had been laughing at. "I was clearing my throat."
"Well," He replied callously. "If you clear your throat again this lesson, I assure you that a week of detention might cure your cold."
Jenny mumbled something inaudible, and went back to dismembering the small amphibian.
Snape went back to his desk at the front of the class and underlined two names in his register:-
Silje Thorsteindottir
Jenny Orr
And added underneath
Will not be sitting next to each other next lesson
*****************************************
Silje and Jenny made their way up to the Gryffindor common room, where almost immediately Jenny collapsed onto a nearby sofa, letting out a sigh of relief.
"God. Potions on Friday afternoon has got to be the worst fate known to man." She declared, swinging her legs round so she was fully stretched out on the sofa. She looked up on hearing her 4th year friend, Sophie, speak.
"For goodness sake, Jenny, take your shoes off or McGonnagal will go round the bend!" "No, please don't," Silje said quickly from behind Jenny. She was sitting by the fire, curled up on the floor. "It's bloody cold in here." "Where are Amber and Katrine, Soph?" ((FYI pronounced Katrina)) "Katrine's practising Quidditch," Sophie replied casually, flicking through a sketch book. "As for Amber - well." She vaguely gestured to a circular table, where a girl sat, cross legged. She had long brown hair and dark eyes, which at the time were wide and unmoving, and the iris completely black. In front of her a pencil was hovering in mid-air.