"These will be your dormitories. You will report to this common room
at 10:00pm sharp, no magic in the corridors, and no wandering in the
corridors after curfew." Sarah had her arms folded across her chest, an
attempt of a stern look on her face. Two students towards the back were
shoving each other, and she pushed her way through the crowd. "Excuse me
children." She curled her pink lips into a sneer and grabbed one of their
arms. "Mr. O'shanna, and Mr. Riddle I presume?" She spun them around so
they were facing her and glared at them with cold blue eyes. "If there is
one thing that you will learn boys it won't be magic. It will be that when
I, your head of house, is speaking, you WILL listen or you WILL find
yourself another school. Am I clear?" They nodded quickly and Sarah smiled
and patted their heads. "Good lads."
She walked back towards the front of the first years smiling to herself, her green robes swishing behind her. She spun around and saw the same boy she had just yelled at with his hand raised. "Professor Snape?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes Mr. O'shanna?"
He frowned and looked up. "My grandfather said that you shouldn't be head of this house, because you're a mudblood. I thought that this house was only for purebloods Professor, the password IS pureblood…" A few of the other students began muttering in agreement, and Sarah found herself blushing. She fumbled for what to say and finally narrowed her eyes.
"Mr. O'shanna, I don't care what your grandfather thinks, or what your father thinks-I don't care what anyone thinks. I am your superior and you will listen to me. Disregarding these rules will result in punishment, and possibly expulsion" She thought and then added. "And five points from Slytherin for using such vile tongue on your head of house."
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About a week or so Sarah was standing in front of her dungeon classroom, the viles and bottles casting as eerie glow as she wrote things on the board. It was a Slytherin/Gryffindor class, and Ron's daughter was watching her with those green eyes. She slipped and scratched the board with the chalk. ~Sarah stop it. Calm down. Just stop god damn it.~ She turned around and studied the classroom with a sharp glare. "Now who can tell me what is used in a Truth Potion?"
Jamie's hand shot up and Sarah smiled to herself, her stern look faltering. She shook it off and scanned the room. "Anyone? Anyone at all?"
"Frogs liver, eye of carp, and a pinch of ground bullhorn." Sarah looked over only to see a tall young man standing in the doorway of her classroom. He smiled at her, his green eyes lighting up, his red hair glowing radiantly. "I never said I did bad in potions…"
Sarah gripped the edge of her desk, her eyes blazing. "Excuse me Mr. Weasly what are you doing in my classroom?" He chuckled and nodded towards Jessica. "I need to talk to you about my daughter."
Sarah frowned. "And why not talk to her head of house Mr. Weasly? I believe that would be Professor McGonagall, not me. And why come in during one of my classed Mr. Weasly?" She folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot on the ground, trying to ignore the racing of her heart.
Ron shrugged. "I'm not sure Professor Snape. It's her potions grade I'm concerned with and I didn't know when your class was, so I let myself in." He pulled up a chair and sat in the back. "Do you mind if I watch?"
Sarah's heart skipped a beat and she turned around, pulling a large book off the shelf. "I'll deal with you after class Mr. Weasly. Now can anyone tell me how to brew a Truth Potion?" She sighed and rubbed her forehead as the usual hand shot up. "Anyone other than Jamie know?"
She walked back towards the front of the first years smiling to herself, her green robes swishing behind her. She spun around and saw the same boy she had just yelled at with his hand raised. "Professor Snape?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes Mr. O'shanna?"
He frowned and looked up. "My grandfather said that you shouldn't be head of this house, because you're a mudblood. I thought that this house was only for purebloods Professor, the password IS pureblood…" A few of the other students began muttering in agreement, and Sarah found herself blushing. She fumbled for what to say and finally narrowed her eyes.
"Mr. O'shanna, I don't care what your grandfather thinks, or what your father thinks-I don't care what anyone thinks. I am your superior and you will listen to me. Disregarding these rules will result in punishment, and possibly expulsion" She thought and then added. "And five points from Slytherin for using such vile tongue on your head of house."
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About a week or so Sarah was standing in front of her dungeon classroom, the viles and bottles casting as eerie glow as she wrote things on the board. It was a Slytherin/Gryffindor class, and Ron's daughter was watching her with those green eyes. She slipped and scratched the board with the chalk. ~Sarah stop it. Calm down. Just stop god damn it.~ She turned around and studied the classroom with a sharp glare. "Now who can tell me what is used in a Truth Potion?"
Jamie's hand shot up and Sarah smiled to herself, her stern look faltering. She shook it off and scanned the room. "Anyone? Anyone at all?"
"Frogs liver, eye of carp, and a pinch of ground bullhorn." Sarah looked over only to see a tall young man standing in the doorway of her classroom. He smiled at her, his green eyes lighting up, his red hair glowing radiantly. "I never said I did bad in potions…"
Sarah gripped the edge of her desk, her eyes blazing. "Excuse me Mr. Weasly what are you doing in my classroom?" He chuckled and nodded towards Jessica. "I need to talk to you about my daughter."
Sarah frowned. "And why not talk to her head of house Mr. Weasly? I believe that would be Professor McGonagall, not me. And why come in during one of my classed Mr. Weasly?" She folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot on the ground, trying to ignore the racing of her heart.
Ron shrugged. "I'm not sure Professor Snape. It's her potions grade I'm concerned with and I didn't know when your class was, so I let myself in." He pulled up a chair and sat in the back. "Do you mind if I watch?"
Sarah's heart skipped a beat and she turned around, pulling a large book off the shelf. "I'll deal with you after class Mr. Weasly. Now can anyone tell me how to brew a Truth Potion?" She sighed and rubbed her forehead as the usual hand shot up. "Anyone other than Jamie know?"