Class Time


"SILENCE!" Snape yelled to the obnoxious class that he had to teach on his first day.
The class froze in mid-sentence as Snape glared them all down with his piercing black eyes. Draco and his two shadows; Crabbe and Goyle; smiled to Snape as they waited for their favorite class to begin. Snape's worst enemy was at the front of his classroom giving him evil looks back along with the student's tagalong friends.
"I want you to review on conjuring Moon's Light potion and Butterfly Weed Balm. I want two perfect potions on my front desk from each of you by the time the bell rings...you all know where the ingredients are if some of you have forgotten how to make the potions..." Snape pulled his wand from his robe pocket and flicked it at the chalkboard. Ingredients and numbers spilled across the board with Snape's handwriting, "The ingredients and mixtures are here. Begin," Snape moved to his desk to jot down notes on what to make the students remember next time.
He eyed Harry Potter as Harry advanced towards the table filled with ingredients, "Tick-tock, Potter," Snape hissed to him as Harry glanced around at the bottles and the board to find the correct ingredients.
"Uh...Professor Snape? It should be one tenths of light powder...not two tenths..." said a quiet girl's voice from the back of the room.
Snape's head shot up and he stared Hermione down, "How many times do I have to tell you Granger?! Do not speak unless you raise your hand and I have called on you! Ten points from-" Snape was cut off from Hermione's annoying high pitch voice.
"But professor! It wasn't me!!" Hermione cried in her defense as Snape reached for his green pen to subtract points from the Gryffindor house.
"Then who could it be, Miss Granger? You're the only one who speaks out of their turn...am I correct?" Snape spat to her angrily.
"Actually, professor...It was I who said it...Not Granger here," called a voice from the back of the room.
Snape lifted his head once more to scowl at another student, "And how long have you been in my class miss-" Snape froze.
"-Hunter," finished the blue-haired professor. "Oh...and by the way, Professor Snape," she smiled to him. "There shouldn't be any salamander blood in the Butterfly Weed Balm like you have listed on the board."
The classroom fell silent and everyone held their breath to see what Snape would do. "This is going to be good..." Ron snickered to Harry and Hermione.
Snape's eyes widened at the thought that she knew how to make potions also, "A-er...thank you, professor..." his face turned a slight red. He turned on Hermione, "And you failed to correct me, Miss Granger? I thought you would be able to pick that up, too." Snape shook his head, "Five points from Gryffindor for not paying attention!"
Hunter was standing at the doorway smiling to the class and to Snape still, "A-professor? I was wondering if I could ask you for something?" She pushed her blue hair behind her ears, "Do you have any wolfsbane handy?"
Snape nodded, "I'll be back in five minutes class...don't do anything while I'm gone!" he threatened them all. "And no back talk, Potter and Weasly!" he called to them as he walked with Hunter out of the classroom.
"Don't enjoy teaching, do you?" Hunter winked to Snape. Her black eyes softened, "And you've got one of the better jobs too," she laughed.
"How much wolfsbane do you need?" Snape blurted out loud to her.
"Ten ounces?" Hunter fumbled through her robe pockets and pulled out a small red bottle, "Just enough to fill this."
Snape nodded and lead her to his office down in the dungeons; he unlocked his door with a small flick of his wand and opened the door so Hunter could go in.
Hunter started to glance around at the pickled animals in jars that were shelved around his walls, "Very classy," she admired his office.
Snape opened his cupboard; ignoring Hunter's pleasant remark; and reached for a small, oval bottle that was labeled 'Wolfsbane.' "May I ask why you need this?" he handed her the black bottle carefully.
"Endless Draught potions," Hunter pulled the cap off of the black bottle and began pouring it into her red one.
Snape stared blankly to her, "You know that it's called an Endless Draught potion is because you sleep-"
"Forever...I know that, Professor Snape," she finished for him. "I have found a way to elude the forever part and make the potion only last for a few hours, with Dragon's blood of course." Once she had acquired the right amount she placed the cap back on her red bottle and balanced the black one so she could put the lid back on it also. Hunter handed the black bottle back to him, "I've been having trouble sleeping," she sighed softly. "But you'll see what I mean later tonight anyways..." she smiled to him with her black eyes shining.
The black bottle nearly slipped out of Snape's hands, "I-w-will?" he had lost his cool, smooth manor all together.
"You didn't hear, professor?" Hunter pocketed her Wolfsbane, "I'm staying in the Slytherin House. There's no more room in the rest of the houses," she lifted her attention from placing her bottle away into a safe place to Snape. "Thanks for the Wolfbane, professor," she tipped her head in respect to him, "See you at dinner I hope." She stepped out of Snape's office in two quick steps and disappeared around the corner.
Snape smiled, "I plan on it," he set the bottle on his desk; forgetting that he usually put things back where he had found them. He locked his office with his wand and headed back to his class; smiling all the way. He erased the smile from his face as he swung his classroom door open, "WEASLY!" He yelled at Ron who was playing with one of the ingredients, "STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR BLACKADDER FANGS!"
Ron dropped the fangs that were wedged in his mouth; his bright grin slipped off his face and he went pale with fright. "S-s-orry-pr-ofessor..." he shrunk back to his desk.
"JUST SHUT-UP AND SIT DOWN, WEASLY!" Snape hissed to him in a cold, icy voice. "Five more points from Gryffindor! And you all have ten minutes to complete both of your potions!" He strolled over to his desk; proud that the Gryffindor House was ten points less on their first day back; he began scribbling down the infractions that Hermione and Ron had done.