Corvus' Cry
A/N: Corvus is in the term of the star Corvus. It litteraly means: The crow. So the Crow's cry. This one was based off an RPG that me and a close friend (Monkeystarz- check out her fanfics, they rock!) did, but I changed a few things. Hope ya'll like it. I stayed up till 3 am finishing this, soo....i dont nevermind. hides in a corner stop staring at me.... starts twitching at random intervals
Disclaimer: I dont own it...if I did I would be rich and not living off paper. chews paper
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Snape leaned over the cauldron, his greasy hair pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, as to keep it out of the potion. His slender hands cut up the roots, throwing them in after a few minutes. He growled in annoyence as the bell rang, and his students started filling into the classroom. He ignored them, concentrating on his task. He couldnt leave the potion, as it would make his work useless. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a simple white T-shirt, as it had gotten too hot to be wearing the stiffling black robes. It was definately something that did not happen often, but the strength of the potion sent the room into stiffling hotness. His concentration was at such a height that he did not notice that everyone had finished walking in the room. Finnaly, he finished, dropping the last ingredient easily into the cauldron. He sighed and stepped back, looking up, and saw all of the surprised looks on his students faces.
"What?!"
He said irratably. Then, seeing his robes sitting omniously on his chair, he swept over to them quickly and snatched them up, storming into his chambers. After changing he stormed back into the room. Hermione came running in, her robes fluttering behind her. Snape turned around, his glare focusing itself on the late student who just walked in.
"Granger! 10 points from Gryffindor and a detention. Dont be late again."
Hermione looked crushed, her gaze went downwards and she sighed.
"Yes sir..."
Snape sneered and turned around, picking a peice of chalk up and started writing the ingredients for the potion they would be making that period, then walked over to his cauldron and evened out the liquid into small viles. Once he was done, he set to cleaning the large iron cauldron.
Friday afternoon: 5:00
Snape was sitting at his desk, his quick hands easily writing complex words onto the pristine paper in front of him. He lifted his head as Hermione entered his room again, her face downtrodden and her hands held timidly behind her back.
"Proffesor."
She nodded in greeting, keeping her eyes to the ground. He didnt look up at her, but instead continued to write as he spoke.
"Ms. Granger, you will be cleaning the cauldrons, without magic. I suggest you be careful in that vicinity"
He gestured to where Neville's bubbly pink potion sat, while all the rest were a smooth blue. Hermione nodded her head, looking nervous.
"I....ummm...Yes sir"
After an hour she picked up a rather disgusting cauldron, and, looking at it nervously, she decided to stand up and stretch, but as she did, she slipped and fell head first into the cauldron. Expecting to hit the hardness of iron, her body tensed up, curling itself into a ball. But the hardness never came, instead her body fell and fell and fell, she closed her eyes tight, every second expecting to feel her head smack on the bottom, but it never came. After what felt like forever, she finnaly hit something. But it wasnt hard, or cased with something sticky, it was soft and warm. She slowly and cautiously opened her eyes, and what she saw made her gasp in surprise.
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A/N: Bwa. ...bwaha! bwahahahahah! Cliff hanger! Well, please R&R! I'll have the next chappy up soon, and I plan on making this a very long Fanfic. decides to really really make one long And yes, that includes the chapters too. This one was...way....too short... even though all my other ones are gonna end up long...you know what...just ignore me...
Wait...
No!
NO!
STOP IGNORING ME!!!!!
BakaNeko
A/N: Corvus is in the term of the star Corvus. It litteraly means: The crow. So the Crow's cry. This one was based off an RPG that me and a close friend (Monkeystarz- check out her fanfics, they rock!) did, but I changed a few things. Hope ya'll like it. I stayed up till 3 am finishing this, soo....i dont nevermind. hides in a corner stop staring at me.... starts twitching at random intervals
Disclaimer: I dont own it...if I did I would be rich and not living off paper. chews paper
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Snape leaned over the cauldron, his greasy hair pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, as to keep it out of the potion. His slender hands cut up the roots, throwing them in after a few minutes. He growled in annoyence as the bell rang, and his students started filling into the classroom. He ignored them, concentrating on his task. He couldnt leave the potion, as it would make his work useless. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a simple white T-shirt, as it had gotten too hot to be wearing the stiffling black robes. It was definately something that did not happen often, but the strength of the potion sent the room into stiffling hotness. His concentration was at such a height that he did not notice that everyone had finished walking in the room. Finnaly, he finished, dropping the last ingredient easily into the cauldron. He sighed and stepped back, looking up, and saw all of the surprised looks on his students faces.
"What?!"
He said irratably. Then, seeing his robes sitting omniously on his chair, he swept over to them quickly and snatched them up, storming into his chambers. After changing he stormed back into the room. Hermione came running in, her robes fluttering behind her. Snape turned around, his glare focusing itself on the late student who just walked in.
"Granger! 10 points from Gryffindor and a detention. Dont be late again."
Hermione looked crushed, her gaze went downwards and she sighed.
"Yes sir..."
Snape sneered and turned around, picking a peice of chalk up and started writing the ingredients for the potion they would be making that period, then walked over to his cauldron and evened out the liquid into small viles. Once he was done, he set to cleaning the large iron cauldron.
Friday afternoon: 5:00
Snape was sitting at his desk, his quick hands easily writing complex words onto the pristine paper in front of him. He lifted his head as Hermione entered his room again, her face downtrodden and her hands held timidly behind her back.
"Proffesor."
She nodded in greeting, keeping her eyes to the ground. He didnt look up at her, but instead continued to write as he spoke.
"Ms. Granger, you will be cleaning the cauldrons, without magic. I suggest you be careful in that vicinity"
He gestured to where Neville's bubbly pink potion sat, while all the rest were a smooth blue. Hermione nodded her head, looking nervous.
"I....ummm...Yes sir"
After an hour she picked up a rather disgusting cauldron, and, looking at it nervously, she decided to stand up and stretch, but as she did, she slipped and fell head first into the cauldron. Expecting to hit the hardness of iron, her body tensed up, curling itself into a ball. But the hardness never came, instead her body fell and fell and fell, she closed her eyes tight, every second expecting to feel her head smack on the bottom, but it never came. After what felt like forever, she finnaly hit something. But it wasnt hard, or cased with something sticky, it was soft and warm. She slowly and cautiously opened her eyes, and what she saw made her gasp in surprise.
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A/N: Bwa. ...bwaha! bwahahahahah! Cliff hanger! Well, please R&R! I'll have the next chappy up soon, and I plan on making this a very long Fanfic. decides to really really make one long And yes, that includes the chapters too. This one was...way....too short... even though all my other ones are gonna end up long...you know what...just ignore me...
Wait...
No!
NO!
STOP IGNORING ME!!!!!
BakaNeko