Knitting Needles
"Miss Lalonde," He snapped. "Why is your wand not within standard dimensions?"
"Because, sir, I ordered it that way." Rose replied with a deadpan look on her face.
"Then I shall rephrase the question. Why did you order your wand within those specific dimensions?" He asked angrily.
Rose looked a bit smug for a moment, before replying, "Actually, sir, I have two wands with these specific dimensions."
Snape grit his teeth together in frustration.
"Answer the question, Miss Lalonde!" he barked out.
"The answer to that question is quite simple, professor. I had my wands this particular length and width so that I could also use them as knitting needles." she stated matter-of-factly.
"Knitting needles?!" he ground out.
"Yes, sir. So that I could knit gifts for my friends while still at school." She said blankly.
"And why could you not just simply buy knitting needles?"
"Actually, sir, the school rules state that knitting needles are forbidden. However, they said nothing about wands that happen to be shaped like knitting needles."
Snape stared at Rose suspiciously. "And these wands work for you?"
"Of course sir. I never would have bought them if they had not been able to perform functionally in both aspects of their uses." she replied.
He sighed. Maybe he was going soft, but at this point he just wanted this conversation to end.
"Very well, Miss Lalonde. Ten points to Slytherin for good thinking and clever use of wands."
"Thank you sir, I appreciate your kindness and generosity." she stated blankly.
Rose then turned on her heel and left the classroom for lunch.
Snape sighed again. He hadn't thought that it was possible to be too Slytherin, yet he was proven wrong nearly every time he had a class with Lalonde in it.