Sup guys? I really hope the skipping around doesn't really bother anyone. If so... I'd just like to say that's a shame. I figured this was better than me just kind of starting a story and just kind of... Forgetting it. I tend to do that when I get to a hard part. This way it's just the best bits, and it's in an interesting format. Right? Anywho.
In this chapter:
The Prisoner of Azkaban: Sherlock Holmes (5th year) Slytherin.
Severus Snape sat at his desk in his classroom looking over a particularly bad essay. He marked the essay silently, the only noise in the room was the clicking of jars and glasses as they hit each other or a cauldron. Snape sniffed the air, as a strange smell hit his nostrils. He looked up. The room was slowly filling with purple fog pouring out of a cauldron in the middle of the room. The only person in the room was a young teen bent over said cauldron. He was quickly writing down notes and looking back into the fog.
"Mr. Holmes." Snape said "Did you happen to add doxie blood to a potion containing skin of boomslang?" His annoyance was not hidden at all.
"Yep." Sherlock said smirking.
"Why?" Snape asked
"I wanted to see what would happen if I did." He said then picked up a small bottle. "And now I'll see what happens when you add goat silva." He said pouring the entire bottle into the cauldron. Suddenly the smoke stopped. Snape and Sherlock looked at each other for a moment and waited for something to happen. Nothing did. "Lame. I was hoping for a-" Sherlock started but was interrupted by the potion exploding in his face and on the ceiling.
Snape merely sat there, with a smirk on his face. If that had been anyone else he would have taken off several house points and given them a month of detention. But this was Sherlock. And Snape enjoyed his company. He wasn't a total idiot and gave Snape a laugh here and there. Not to mention he didn't strut like a certain 3rd year he knew. No, no Snape liked Sherlock, and perhaps he liked him so much because he reminded Snape of a younger version of himself.
"You're going to be cleaning that." Snape said going back to his work. Sherlock pulled out his wand and started to clean the rest of the potion. After a few minutes of silence Sherlock spoke again.
"Professor." Sherlock said. "There's a burn mark on the ceiling that I can't get off."
"Idiot..." Snape muttered getting out his wand and going to inspect the burn. It was a perfect circle burned onto the stone. He waved his wand slowly, but nothing happened. He tried it again, still nothing. Snape waved his wand several times, slowly getting faster and more agitated. He tried a different spell. Still nothing. "Of course..."He drawed "You would make a permanent burn."
Sherlock only grinned.