Sweet Snape
Severus Snape walked into the classroom, his eyes lowered. All the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs stared up at him intrigued. What was that huge box he was carrying? Why did he look so angry?
Snape plonked the box onto the table, making a huge thump. "Turn to page 46, and start making the potion according to these instructions. Now." A Hufflepuff raised her hand timidly. "Um... Professor?"
Snape's head snapped up. "What?"
"What is that box, Professor?" At Snape's dirty look she averted her eyes, embarrassed. Snape sighed and spoke with a voice dripping with humiliation and annoyance.
"You have all received Outsandings in your OWLs. Usually, this would make no effect, apart from you being able to take your NEWTS, but Professor Dumbledore has told me that you deserve a – treat. I don't want to witness this, so I will not be here, but only ONE EACH!" The class gasped. Snape – give them a treat? It couldn't be.
But Snape opened the lid of the box to reveal sweets of every kind – lemon drops, acid pops, quality streets, every flavour beans, chocolate frogs, and humbugs. The class squealed with unsuppressed delight. Snape's face turned bright pink.
"You are only allowed ONE EACH – If I come back and find the box empty you shall all lose 100 points! EACH!"
But not even house points are enough to restrain a bunch of hyper kids. The lot of them dived into the box and immediately proceeded to pig out on all the sweets, until children bounced off the walls and wrappers lay carpeting the wooden floor. In the midst of it all, a child with her arms full of every flavour beans said through a mouthful of humbugs: "Thank you very much Professor!"
This was too much for Snape. His face turned beetroot, and he stormed out of the room, and in the midst of the exited screams and constant munching you could hear his howls of humiliation:
"DAMN YOU DUMBLEDORE!"