chapter ten.
Potions was much worse than I had expected. I thought he'd just tell the story and take some points. But no.
'Today you'll be brewing the antidote to the ingestion of a flobberworm. The ingredients are on the board and—ah, I've forgotten. We don't have enough of the Essence of Skrewt. Mr. Longbottom, next time you plan on making my personal storage your new winter wardrobe, please tell me beforehand. Though I might add, it's not your colour.'
Even with sarcasm in his tone, it was odd to hear Snape talking about fashion.
The whole class burst out laughing. 'You don't even know what happened,' I said, but I guess it was more of a mumble, because no one knew what I said.
'I think ten points should be enough, and a detention Friday night?' The Gryffindors didn't even care about the points, they carried on with laughing at me the rest of the lesson.
I am furious with Trevor. I'm not letting him out anymore, not for a while. I don't even care that it's my fault he was left there in the first place.
I really wish Harry, Ron and Hermione would get in some sort of trouble before the holidays. That way when people go home to tell their families about school, their first story won't be about 'the toad boy'.
Now I have Detention Friday night and Merlin knows what Snape'll have me do! He'll probably make me hunt some 'skrewts' for more Essence, I have no idea what those are, but they don't sound nice.
Two weeks 'til the holidays.
My sleep pattern is all messed up now too. I was so tired Tuesday, I fell asleep during our break hour, then again before dinner, and I wasn't tired anymore, so I didn't get to bed 'til around four in the morning. Now it's just after dinner, six, and I'm exhausted. I can't go to bed yet!
I hate Snape. I hate forgetting things. I hate cabinets. And I hate slime! And gossiping Hufflepuffs.