Okay, just so everyone knows, this is a work of fiction and i dont own anything, except maybe the glare of impending doom.
Alas, this was written in history class... so, you know what thats like. And yes, it is supposed to be weird.
"Oh, wow! That's big!" She said as she walked into his office.
"Don't you think I know that? It's an experimental potion for people with, … problems."
"Is that supposed to happen? It doesn't look healthy." She stepped closer, reached out her hand and touched it.
He blinked. "OW! Don't touch me you inferior cretin! It is swollen, can you not see that?"
She removed her hand. "Sorry, I just wanted to know."
"I do not care what you want, you foolish girl!" He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"Do you want me to get Professor Dumbledore?"
Glare
"Madame Pomphery?"
Double Glare
"A Forklift?"
Glare of Impending Doom
"Crane?"
Steely Glare of No Return
"Hagrid?"
"ENOUGH! Just go away!"
"But sir, I can help."
His glare bore intensely into her skull, then, very slowly, a feral grin formed on his face.
"Oh, yes you can."
And so, for the next thirty-six (36) hours, Professor Snape could be seen with Hermione Granger, as his portable footstool for his giant baby toe.