Chapter 1

The Grand Opening Act to Disaster

Potion class was interrupted that day by a knock on the door. Standing up from his desk Professor Severus Snape when to open the door. When he did he regretted it. Standing in the doorframe was a short, thin girl of twenty or so with bright blue hair that had purple in the ends, and was pulled up in two ridiculously flared pigtails. She wore muggle clothing that would make anyone on the street look at her twice: a blue shirt ripped at the bottom enough to show her stomach and matched her hair, a pink vest overtop of that, a pleated blue miniskirt that matched the top and had black capri leggings underneath. Her boots were high top converses that were the same color as the skirt, shirt and hair. The outfit was outrageous, and the entire class stared.

Severus however didn't react more than simply raising his eyebrows at the girl, and stepping back to let her into the class. "I was just wondering if you had my stuff yet, Severus?" She said.

Nodding Snape replied "it's all in my room back there" and pointed to the door at the back of the class. "Do you need me to show you?" he asked.

"No, I know where it is. Through the door in the back of your office if I remember right?" she grinned. This girl was definitely too cheerful, even for most of the class. Harry, who was sitting in the back, started to wonder if Snape was still in his right mind. He had not just let a complete stranger disturb his class, and let her into his room, but all without a single reaction. In fact, he had taken it like it was normal. Wait! Harry thought suddenly. He's treating her nicer than I have ever seen him treat Draco! He glanced at Ron, who was, like the rest of the class, staring in utter shock.

"I expect you all to be done at the end of class," he said coldly, the same as he had been before the strange interruption happened. "Anyone who does not complete it will lose points from their house."

Draco raised his hand and Snape nodded, giving him permission to speak. "Sir," he asked hesitantly, "sir, who was that?"

"That," Snape said, glairing "was someone you don't know and don't need to know."

"But, sir?" Pansy asked "How do you know her? I mean, I would never of guessed that you would know someone that dresses like that!"

"We are friends" Snape said coolly, "Now please return to your work Miss Pattille." But already the class was whispering. "ENOUGH!" Snape had to roar. The room fell silent. "Now, get back to your work" he breathed.

Suddenly there was a loud banging from the back of the class as something fell. To everyone's surprise Severus ignored it except for a slight twitch at the breaking of his possessions.

After a minute more of clanging that everyone tried hard to ignore, knowing that they would loose points if didn't, the class was once again interrupted by a blue-haired head that poked out of the door in the back and called "Severus" ever so childishly.

"What?" He said from the chalkboard.

"I can't find it. Where did you put it?"

"Do you need help Tiffy?" he asked calmly, as if he dealt with this every day.

"Yes…" she said almost regretfully.

Severus came to the back of the room and walked through the back of the door. By now no one was paying any attention at all, except for at the sounds from the back of the class.

"It's right there." They heard Severus say.

"Exactly, I can't reach it!" the female, Tiffy, said whining slightly.

"Then use your wand."

"I did." Tiffy's blunt reply said.

After a brief awkward pause they heard Snape simply say "Oh." Just as bluntly. "Well…"

"Well? Look, I tried to get it down, but I don't know how. Here, give me a boost!"

"Can't you just use another spell?" he asked, sounding very un-Snape-like, but still disapproving.

"You try." There was another, very loud, crash as well as the breaking of glass. Then came Tiffy's mocking reply "See!"

"Fine, I'll give you a boost, just get me up from here, I think I'm stuck." There was a grunt as someone was pulled off the floor, as well as the falling of items. "Now help me clear the floor so I can stand."

"Here." There was a shuffling of items from behind the door. "good, now get on and I will lift you up."

The class heard another grunt and a small "ah!" of surprise.

"Almost – got- it… Got it!" There was a crash as two figures fell into a pile of items on the floor.

"Ow…." Someone said.

"You ok?"

"Yea, I just hit my arm that's all." Tiffy said. "You?"

"Just my head. It's ok. It was just a book." Snape replied. He actually sounded cheerful for once. And after he had hit his head on a book too!

One of them muttered a spell that the class didn't quite catch, and then there was a loud rustling noise.

"Much tidier." One of them said.

The door started to open. "That's it I think." Tiffy said. When they walked out the class suddenly went back to work, but not until they all saw Snape with a very slight smile on his lips. Tiffy, in all her blue, purple, and pink glory, was now carrying what looked a lot like a guitar case, and a microphone stand. The microphone was in tucked into her pocket, as where a few cords. "Thanks Severus. And sorry about the… what was that!"

"Pickled jellyfish core." He said simply. "and it's ok, I will just buy another later."

"Well, assuming your coming to practice tonight you can pick it up then. I'm sure a shop will be open. Tris lives right next to Dungeon Ally." Tiffy said.

"I know perfectly well where Tristan's house is thank you very much." He said. "Now, I think you have disturbed my class enough for one day. I might be there tonight, if I can get my marking done fast enough." He actually didn't sound mad about the interruption! More like he was just teasing Tiffy.

"Good! You have to get that guitar out of it's case. I know you haven't been playing it lately because of all the dust on the top!" she joked.

"How do you know it's in the case?" he asked.

"Because it opened when it fell." She said flatly.

"Oh." He answered.

"And you need to practice with us. You haven't been there for a week and a bit now, and you can't keep your keyboard skills if you don't practice!" she continued, lecturing him.

To the classes horror Snape laughed. And it wasn't an evil cackle either, it was a low, smooth chuckle. "My talent with the keyboard isn't any of your business."

"It's everyone in the band's business." BAND! SNAPE WAS IN A BAND!

"I can play well enough."

"I know that! If you couldn't then we wouldn't give you solos. Plus, the show is next Wednesday and we really need to practice with you. And you need to play your guitar more often because you need practice!"

"I do too practice!"

"I know you don't. But still, bring it tonight when we come." She said, making him sigh defiantly. "Oh, and Pat got his hands on the bleach we needed for your hair."

"For the last time Tiffy, I am not dyeing my hair!" he said. "Patrick can keep his hair dye and bleach to his self. I refuse!"

"Well, we'll see." Tiffy said mischievously before whipping around and almost skipping out of the classroom and tripping on the microphone stand.

"Wait!" Snape called, whipping open his drawer and pulling out a thick black binder. "You forgot the lyrics." He said walking swiftly from the classroom.

Three minutes later, after much chatter amongst the class involving the previous interruptions and new discoveries, Professor Snape returned looking just as cold and sour as before. "Now, I want all your Potions in a flask on my desk now. They should be finished." He said just as icily as ever. However, everyone guessed that the smirk on his face was not because of the class's poor jobs.