LefthandedFreak: My story is running, slowly but surely as my mind races with what will happen next.

Josh, Figment Man: You really need to make a plot line or else you'll get lost.

LefthandedFreak: (sighs) I know, I know, I really do need to do that but it's really difficult, especially for this story. I'm sort of just coming up with it as I go. Some of these chapters take hours to write (this took me five) just to come up with something that:

A) Makes sense and..

B) Goes in a believable pace. I'm pretty sure Snape wouldn't be like 'wham, my god I can actually stand to be around her and she can stand me so now we'll go skipping through a field full of daisy's whilst holding each others hand and singing at the top of our lungs' type of guy. It would take time to crack through him.

So here I am trying to make sure it's believable and desirable to read….Is it? I hope so because I'm going crazy trying to make it good.

Onto the story!

I have a ritual, as some might call it, that I perform everyday. I get up, dress, terrorize children, eat when permitted, and ramble to idiots about things that are never comprehended in their tiny brains. I have outbreaks every now and then but they're quickly extinguished as I strike fear into the troublemaker's hearts. One, however, always seemed to come back for more every day so it then became part of my daily ritual to constantly punish Natalie with anything that came to mind.

Today, however, was a bit, if I may concur, odd. My proceedings had not changed at all until it came to my daily routine of being tortured, slowly, by idiots who where supposedly exploring the depths of there minds for a bountiful bit of knowledge that would be useful to them. They weren't doing very well.

I stood amongst the gathering of demons, handing out questions but receiving no answers as they clearly displayed signs of their boredom. Well, it was clear to me, but to them, they thought they where clearly genius at hiding their discomfort at having to sit up straight and rack their empty brains for information that they had never comprehended to begin with.

It was torture for all.

I sighed in my head but frowned out loud, as to show my displeasure of being blessed with such failures, and decided to save myself some oxygen and pass out their assignments, instead. I proceeded to my desk once everyone had started scribbling and rubbing their heads in confusion, rolling my eyes mentally, and placing myself in my chair. I bent over my own paperwork and started grading papers that clearly displayed a lack of intelligence from the student who wrote it.

I made sure to keep my ears open however. This was the class of Natalie Star and I could literally feel the waves of trouble flowing from her body throughout the room, waiting to pounce at the most undesirable moment. But nothing happened. I even glanced up a few moments to make sure as that I hadn't missed anything but there sat, hunched over her paper, a grim look on her face as she rolled her eyes, it seemed, at most of my questions.

She must have felt my eyes boring down on her for no sooner had I graced myself a look did she look up and into my own eyes, a scowl on her face as her eyes threw daggers at me. It occurred at remarkable speed for as soon as I blinked she was back to looking at her paper and rolling her eyes again. I couldn't help but wonder what that was all about.

Through all the times I had undesirably spent with her, she had never shown signs of loathe towards me, only annoying smiles that seemed to say 'I-have-something-planned-that-will-annoy-you-to-no-end'. This sudden turn of displeasure of knowing that I existed was new to, I presume, both of us. Once class had ended, with no outbreaks of any sorts, which took me by surprise, but of course, I wouldn't admit to it, I proceeded with my daily ritual of cleaning up the wreck the hooligans left me.

I didn't dare let them clean it up themselves for I knew they'd just create a bigger mess than necessary. My proceedings of cleaning however, was stopped abruptly as I caught sight of Natalie leaning against the doorframe, glaring at me. She seemed to have been waiting for me to acknowledge her presence before she spoke.

"That was a very unnecessary thing that you did, you know." I raised a brow at her serious tone.

"And what, precisely, are you on about now Mrs. Star?" Her scowl deepened at my question but not until she pulled out the broken pen from earlier this morning. She didn't let my reply to that before she got a word in.

"You could have just left it alone, you know, if you knew it wasn't for you." I smirked sourly at her.

"I have no pity for naïve stupidity which I had never guessed you were capable of but now I know otherwise." She rolled her eyes like she knew something I didn't.

"Oh, this isn't mine Professor, it's not even meant for me. I was just a bit curious to what you where doing in the Herbology Garden this morning." She twirled the broken pen through her fingers as she tore her eyes from me and gazed at it. "I'm surprised at you. I've never taken you for someone to wreck another's life." I raised a brow before she spoke again. "Which was your intentions, was it not?"

"I have no need to answer you. If you have guessed by now you would realize that I am the teacher and you are the student." She nodded.

"Yes, I am quite aware of that by now from all the breathing down my neck I receive from you, which, I might add, is quite rude, but everyone has things to learn. Even you can be taught a few things."

"Like you could teach me something I don't have a knowledge about." She didn't say anything but just smiled, stopping her spinning of the pen before gazing at me. She shrugged, mockingly.

"I probably couldn't Professor on the fact that I am much younger than you yourself." She turned to leave, "But everyone can be surprised, you know". I scowled at her back but before I could dock points or give her detention she glanced back at me. "Yes, I know, I know, fifty points from Gryffindor and a weeks detention, I've heard it before."

Annoyed, I started to dock more points from her but was interrupted by her shouting back, "And another fifty for being sarcastic, I know." I grimaced. I decided to dock more points from her as soon as she was out of the premises. Fifty for annoying me, and another Fifty more for having to put up with her for a week.

It the terms of a teenager, Life sucked.

LefthandedFreak: Ok, so it was short and a bit unbelievable, I just hope someone out there liked it.

Josh, Figment Man: You only have on review…why are you still writing this?

LefthandedFreak: Because I've wanted to write this for a long time and I've finally gotten around to it, so there.

Josh, Figment Man: Hopefully, one day, you'll get what you deserve.

LefthandedFreak: What's that?

Josh, Figment Man: A nice white jacket and a padded room.

LefthandedFreak: There's a critic in every crowd. Read and Review please!