"Quiet," Severus Snape said, walking swiftly into the already silent
classroom. No one moved, and certainly no one spoke except to answer their
name on the register. Snape put the register down and looked around the
class critically. Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs in the same class? Every
teacher's nightmare.
"This lesson we will be making a quite - elementary - healing potion. Instructions," he flicked his wand, "on the board. Ingredients you should have, except for the Riverweed, which you will only take one stand of. Do I make myself clear, Bott? Kwak?" he glowered at two Hufflepuffs.
"Yes," Bott squeaked.
"Yes?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, Professor Snape," they both chorused quickly.
"Good. So there will be no accidents. Flynn," he said, talking to a Gryffindor, "how would this potion be made poisonous?"
"I - I don't know, Professor," Flynn said nervously.
"Let's try again. Flynn, what colour is poxydust?"
"I don't k-know, Professor," the boy said again, fearfully.
"Idiot boy. Five points from Gryffindor. Byrne! How does the samidar affect the potion?"
"I have no clue," the tall girl replied, "don't care, either."
"What did you say?" Snape said menacingly, advancing towards the Hufflepuff girl, "repeat what you just said," he said in a low voice that carried around the dungeon.
Amanda Byrne looked a little more scared now, but she didn't back down, "I said, I have no clue, and I don't care." Snape straightened his back, smiling in an eerie way.
"You don't care, do you? Well, well, well. Twenty points from Hufflepuff, and a fortnight's detention." Byrne smirked - she'd gotten off easily, "wipe that smirk off your face, girl. If you think that's all, you better think again. I will, of course, be talking to Professor Sprout, but that goes without saying. A letter will go home to your parents tonight."
Byrne now sat up straight and opened her mouth to form an apology, "don't even think about saying anything else, Byrne." He walked briskly back to the front of the class.
"For all you dim-witted morons, this potion would turn poisonous if the Riverweed is burnt in the wrong way, poxydust is lime green and the samidar is what sooths the wound." He paused in the midst of the scratching of quills, "and if any of you get that wrong..." his statement hung heavily in the air, "begin brewing the potion." He said, and sat back at his desk.
This was going to be a long, long day.
"This lesson we will be making a quite - elementary - healing potion. Instructions," he flicked his wand, "on the board. Ingredients you should have, except for the Riverweed, which you will only take one stand of. Do I make myself clear, Bott? Kwak?" he glowered at two Hufflepuffs.
"Yes," Bott squeaked.
"Yes?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, Professor Snape," they both chorused quickly.
"Good. So there will be no accidents. Flynn," he said, talking to a Gryffindor, "how would this potion be made poisonous?"
"I - I don't know, Professor," Flynn said nervously.
"Let's try again. Flynn, what colour is poxydust?"
"I don't k-know, Professor," the boy said again, fearfully.
"Idiot boy. Five points from Gryffindor. Byrne! How does the samidar affect the potion?"
"I have no clue," the tall girl replied, "don't care, either."
"What did you say?" Snape said menacingly, advancing towards the Hufflepuff girl, "repeat what you just said," he said in a low voice that carried around the dungeon.
Amanda Byrne looked a little more scared now, but she didn't back down, "I said, I have no clue, and I don't care." Snape straightened his back, smiling in an eerie way.
"You don't care, do you? Well, well, well. Twenty points from Hufflepuff, and a fortnight's detention." Byrne smirked - she'd gotten off easily, "wipe that smirk off your face, girl. If you think that's all, you better think again. I will, of course, be talking to Professor Sprout, but that goes without saying. A letter will go home to your parents tonight."
Byrne now sat up straight and opened her mouth to form an apology, "don't even think about saying anything else, Byrne." He walked briskly back to the front of the class.
"For all you dim-witted morons, this potion would turn poisonous if the Riverweed is burnt in the wrong way, poxydust is lime green and the samidar is what sooths the wound." He paused in the midst of the scratching of quills, "and if any of you get that wrong..." his statement hung heavily in the air, "begin brewing the potion." He said, and sat back at his desk.
This was going to be a long, long day.