Author's Note: "Kitten" challenge on GS100. Not JK, not wealthy.
"Today you will be brewing Herbicide," Professor Snape intoned. "You have one hour. Let us hope that Mr. Longbottom does not demolish half the classroom this time, too."
Pop!
"What in the name of… is that what I think it is, Longbottom?"
"Y-y-yes, sir…" Neville stammered, alarmed.
"Do you think that is amusing? Ten points from-"
Pop! Pop!
"What is going on?" Snape asked menacingly. "Whomever is behind this shall receive detentions for life-"
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop!
"Sir! I think it gets worse as you get angrier…"
"If wanted your opinion, Miss Granger, I would certainly have asked for it, you nosy little-"
The rest of Snape's sentence was drowned out by loud pops as the rest of the cauldrons turned into kittens. They were now leaping about, climbing on shelves. Students were laughing and petting them while Snape strode around, angrily trying to transfigure them back into cauldrons. As he made to grab one, two others began to climb up his robes.
"OUT!" he roared.
Scurrying into the hall, Harry asked, "What's going to happen?"
Smiling, Hermione replied, "They'll turn back into cauldrons…when he says 'Gryffindor's the best'." Laughing, they hurried away, still hearing Snape growling above the din of twenty kittens.