"Now, Miss Granger, what truly happened?" Snape took all three aside after the troll incident. He knew the moment the look had passed between the three Gryffindors that something was afoot. After all, the potion master was no dunderhead.
"What do you mean, professor?" The brunette tried to look perplexed, but gave off a very anxious vibe.
"The- story you fed the others does not sink so easily down my throat, Miss Granger." The imposing man stood tall over the first years. "Now, out with it."
"Sir, we aren't sure wha-" Potter tried to hedge, but was cut off.
"Your eyes are irritated, you weren't at the Great Hall, and Mr. Weasley is turning an increasingly darker shade of red as we speak." Droll was the absolute perfect word to describe him. Superior was a good one too, and maybe even a little amused. "Mr. Potter, you are distressingly adept liar."
"Thank you, sir." He bowed his head as if in shame, a juxtaposition to his words so as to mirror the professor's.
"No praise intended, I assure you." Snape sneered, the traces of amusement disappearing. "This is not a situation in which delaying tactics are beneficial. One of you will tell me the truth, this instant, or I will fetch the Headmaster back to sort out your falsehoods."
"Hermione was crying in the bathroom, before the troll got into the castle." Harry admitted. "Ron remembered the other girls talking about it, and how she was on the same floor as the troll. We snuck off from the rest of the group, and saw the troll go into the bathroom. Only we didn't realize that's where Hermione was, strait off. We shut the door and put the lock on it, but then noticed what room it was. The troll had her trapped on the other side of the room, so we took on the troll. Ron did this wicked levitating charm with its club, then let it drop on its head. That's what knocked it out."
"Closer, ever closer to the truth, Potter. And yet, so far." Snape cocked an eyebrow. "Why were you crying, Granger?"
"Somebody called me a bookworm with no friends."
"Ah." He glanced very purposely at the boys. "Ten points from each miscreant to call you a 'bookworm'."
"Professor Snape." Harry cocked his head. "Could you do the same for everyone to call someone Mudblood?" The only thing on his face was innocent curiousity.
A queer expression was only there for a moment. "Good day."
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I called it humor because it's odd, and the character choice was just on who talked the most. I know Harry's really OOC, but I like him like this. Ditto for Snape.