"Look girls. My dad is at lunch. We should go now. .."
"I don't care that my dads an idiot…"
"Well, if you want to succeed yes…"
"So what if my mum was in Gryffindor, we all know your dad is a squib…"
A crowd of nervous girls were headed by a strikingly pale girl. Her hair was jet black and almost dripping with grease. A perfect image of her father. She was standing by the potions room with a large bag. With much persuading she managed to usher her friends inside.
They ran quickly over to a cupboard in the corner of the room. A haughty looking girl with bushy hair lept forward and whispered a few words. The door creaked open and they could see shelves and shelves of bottled up potions and mixtures.
"Quickly…"
"Stop pushing…"
"I have the love potion…"
"Okay let's go…"
The girl with the black hair paused and slipped something in her pocket.
"Coming Liz?"
"Yes"
The girls ran across the room and out of the room as quickly as possible and hurried to their dorm as quickly as possible. They exchanged glances of glee and laughed as they put all the bottles of love potion on the table.
"The Yule Ball is going to be fun."
"Ronald Weasley here I come."
"Really."
"I need to go to the toilet."
Liz rose and hurried off down some stairs.
"She is always going to the toilet."
"I reckon she is married to the place."
"I agree."
"Especially to the toilet brush."
Meanwhile, Liz had locked herself in a cubicle and had opened the bottle which she had taken from her father's cupboard. Victory tasted great. Her plan had worked. She would trick her friends that they were going to get love potion and if they were caught they had an excuse. But they didn't get caught and she still got what she needed. De-grease. One drop would make her hair just like everyone else's. She hurried to open the bottle and tipped it out on her head.
Nothing happened.
A minute later… nothing happened. She opened the cubicle and looked in the mirror. Her hair was not just on her head anymore… but all over her face. She had got the wrong potion. She was going to have to face all her friends … and her dad. It was still greasy to.
Just another greasy misfortune of Elizabeth Snape