Blair stared at her friend as he had the "I did something totally awesome just a few minutes ago" look on his face while chopping up the caterpillar heads for Potions. "Okay," Blair asked with a grin on her face, "what did you do?"

"What do you mean?" Ryan asked, trying his best to play dumb.

"Ryan, I've known you since we were just learning to talk. I can see right through you."

"Let's just say that Fred and George have nothing on me."

"Please?"

"Never you mind." Ryan turned to see his friend giving him a sad face and looking on the ground. "No!"

"Please?"

"You'll have to find out."

"Please?"

"Quiet!" The two looked up to see the slimy potions master glaring down at them. Ryan quickly got out a piece a paper, scribbled on it, and handed it to his friend. Blair took it from under the table, reading:

I can't tell you now, otherwise Bird Beak will blow up. Meet me outside of The Great Hall before dinner.

"Five points from Slytherin and Gryfindor!"

"For what?" Ryan asked automatically.

"There shall be no note passing in my class!" Ryan looked over at Blair, who was trying to contain her laughter, and mouthed "shut up".

Blair waited outside of The Great Hall, eager to hear what sort of scheme Ryan had come up with. Suddenly, the boy appeared by her, giving her a wide grin. "If you don't tell me what you did," Blair started, "I'm probably going to be the first teenager ever sent to Hogwarts."

"I found a spell where you could forge anyone's handwriting," Ryan replied, giving his friend a smile.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Blair asked.

"Sybil got a love letter from me, or should I say, our dearly beloved potions master?" Blair started to burst out laughing, having gasps of breath every few seconds.

"I can't believe you did that!" Blair asked ecstatically. "WHY did you do that?"

"It was the only way to get Sybil to go on the date! The batty woman never leaves her room!"

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. The other day I saw her entering The Room of Requirements, along with a few empty sherry bottles." Ryan widely expanded his eyes and started to laugh.

"I guess our dear professor gets a little tipsy every now and then." Blair smiled and raced to the Gryfindor table. "Where are you going?" Ryan asked suddenly.

"Me need food!" Blair responded.

A note flew under Sybil's door, making her walk over and pick it up, trying not to be tangled in her many shawls. As she opened the note, she stared at the distinctive handwriting and read the note.

Dear Sybil,

I have been watching you now for quite some time, and I must say, you are a beautiful woman. A little crazy at times, but still a very beautiful woman. That is why I ask you this. I am so chicken that I can't even say this up front to you, but I will. Sybil, meet me at The Black Lake at eight o'clock next Wednesday. Do not bring this up around me, I don't want any of the students eavesdropping. Thank you very much. I'll see you on Wednesday.

Your Admirer,

Severus

P.S. Please do not be scared of my overgrown nose or my scary figure.

Sybil squealed with excitement and danced right out of her room, for once, showing her face outside of her rooms. Ryan looked over at Blair and gave her a smile. "I guess that she really likes Professor Snape," Blair said to her friend quietly.