Ok just a small intro hope you like it.
"Miss De'lore" came a distant voice
My head slumped lazily in one hand, as I blankly stare at the slimy looking concoction that sat on the desk at the far side of the room. I felt a quick sharp nudge to my upper leg from the person sat next to me. Then the voice came again only this time with deadly force
"Miss De'lore" it spat coldly.
My head shot up quickly feeling slightly startled I looked around questionably. Faint sniggers and giggles could be heard from various parts around the room, no doubt at the stupid, surprised look on my face. Nibbling on my bottom lip my eyes rest upon the one person whom I had doubtlessly annoyed greatly, but then again when didn't I?
His long black greasy fell over his face in the usual manner and his cold dark eyes burned through me, his expression of a man who was not happy.
"Miss De'lore, repeat for me the last thing I just said," he demanded with force.
Swallowing hard I sighed, great this was just great, only a few days back a school, first potions lesson of the year and already trouble was looming. Not that this sort of thing was a rarity, of course it wasn't, trouble and me went hand in hand, though it did however usually take longer than this. At least Fred and George would be proud!
I thought for a moment, I had two options, either way I knew point would be lost or a detention given if not both.
Option 1- tell Snape I really didn't have a clue what he just said because I found that jar of slime so fascinating
Or option 2…yes, option 2 it was. If I was going to get into trouble might as well be worthwhile.
Clearing my throat I said in a bright tone "Yes Sir" and added my famous cheeky smile "I believe it was…said"
Muffled sniggers could be heard disguised as unconvincing coughs. Glancing quickly at Ron, who sat opposite next to Hermione, his head buried in his hands and his body shook lightly, the tips of his ears pink. Hermione however had turned to face me with a more than disapproving look, but I did notice her bottom lip quiver ever so slightly. That left Harry who sat next to me, but I knew if I looked at him the urge to laugh would be inevitable, so instead I averted my gaze toward the Professor who was looking even more outraged than before.
Keeping my smile firmly in place I mentally counted down from three. Three…two…o
"Miss De'lore" he sneered in a deadly manner "I suppose you think yourself smart and cleaver do you? And once again I see you haven't learned to keep that irritating, insolent mouth of yours shut, well perhaps ten points from Gryffindor and a detention Thursday and Friday may teach you some respect…but then again who exactly am I kidding you are a Gryffindor after all and we all no that teaching, respect and Gryffindor's don't bode well"
His eyes two barely recognisable slits as he watched me with loathing. I didn't take my eyes off him and kept my face indifferent showing no sign that his punishment and remark had any effect in the slightest, which it hadn't, in fact I really had expected worse. We stared at one another coldly a few seconds longer, while the Slytherin's chuckled drolly, the Gryffindor's moaned indignantly at the unfair insult that just rolled off the potion masters tongue. Snape's thin lips curled slightly into a small ugly smirk before shifting his gaze to his own prized students and smirking even deeper.
