Sitting in Snapes classroom, going over some possible topics for my independent study, I had said no to about everything, or he's said no to my ideas. It'd seem he had been told from Madam Pomfrey about to much stimuli. He seemed to be using kid gloves, unwilling to let me learn something that would be a real challenge. Now we're stuck with sitting in the same room, his office. Just glaring at each other, not able to agree on anything.
"How about Apparition?" I suggested.
He quickly responded, objecting to the idea, "No. You'll learn it in your sixth or seventh year. You're not ready"
I rolled my eyes, "This isn't very productive." I mumbled, like defense against the dark arts... Wait, I then looked at him, "how about extra lessons in DADA?" I suggested.
He raised an eyebrow, "explain."
Good sign, he's actually not saying no to the idea, "Lockhart is incompetent to actually teach the material of the class, to self absorbed, goes on to much about himself, would be pleasant to learn about the few dark creatures and spells to be taught this year, I already know some of the charms and jinxs, but it'd be nice to go over everything, still." He was quiet for a bit, giving no response, "it won't be difficult, it'll just be what we're meant to be learning this year"
"Alright" He finally responded, "Keep in mind, I will not be taking it easy, just because of this study of yours being only twice a week. I expect you to go over whats taught during the week." Snape then added a bit of random information, "Speaking of, there will be a Dueling Club forming, by Lockhart and I, the first meeting will be later on this week, I'd suggest you take part in it" He suggested, leaning back in his chair.
Oh? "Is it so everyone is on their toes, and able to defend themselves from the beast in the chambers?" I questioned, tilting my head, curious, "Of course, that's not what will be told, correct?"
He simply sighed, "Of course, why would we dare share such information with the students?" He then looked at me intently, "However, students with large noses finding out, we cannot help. I'd suggest not sharing the information, Dumbledore, might be displeased if your peers were to find out, and freak out." He then asked a question, "What do you know?"
I debated on if I should tell him everything I knew, I doubted he'd match me with the same information, I decided to hold back some of the information, "I know it's been opened before, fifty-years ago, I presume that the beast inside has killed before, I'm not sure what it is yet, but from what I've gathered, it's large and travels through the walls. Your turn"
He leaned forward, resting his head on his hands, "It has been opened before, I'm not sure as to what the beast was, as no one has seen it, and students have died from it. One of the ghosts are still here, I believe she's in the girls laboratory"
I thought about the bathrooms, which one had a ghost in it? Then I recalled the one never used, "Moaning Myrtle?" I questioned, "How'd she die?"
"Aside from the monster? No clue." Snape responded, "now, it's getting late, I'll be wanting you to do a report on, lets say, Trolls, should be easy, considering you've encountered one"
Was he being funny? I raised an eyebrow, nodding, then I left. But instead of heading to the Slytherin door, I walked passed it, to the laboratory, the home of moaning Myrtle.
"Myrtle" I called, once I entered the first floor girls' lavatory, "I'd like to ask you a few questions" I took notice of a small cauldron in the room, close to the sinks, someone must've been working on a potion for personal use. I ignored it, walking past it to the stalls, "Moaning Myrtle?" I called again.
"I really, hate people calling me that, I really, really hate it" The ghost girl phased through the a stall door, the girl with dark fringe hair, with thick glasses, "What do you want?" She demanded.
"How did you die?" I questioned, going on, "I've been told you died when the Chamber of Secrets were open, what happened?" I paused before going on.
She responded going on, "Olive Hornby, was teasing me again about my glasses, I ran into this bathroom into this stall, I was crying." She took a moment then went on, looking over at the sink, "I heard some noise in here, I thought it was Olive Hornby, with her friends, coming to hurt me, so I opened the door, yelling that they leave. But, but it wasn't her or her friends. I saw the green scaled face..." Scales? "... I saw it's snake like yellow eyes... They were more yellow than yours... Then I died" Snake like eyes?
"Green scales? Yellow snake like eyes?" I questioned, this could narrow down what the monster was. If the monster was known, it's weakness could be as well.
"Yes, green, with yellow eyes, like a dragon or other reptilians, in muggle books" She responded, I could hear the pain, in her tone as she remembered.
"I'm almost done alright?" I reassured her, "Did you look directly into its eyes, and then fall over? Or did something else happen?"
She then moaned loudly, in tears, "I looked at the eyes, they were so pretty, yet terrifying, then next thing I knew, I was dead" She then cried, going back into the stall, down the toilet.
Walking out of the bathroom, I made my way to the commons. So, it has scales, it was green, with yellow eyes, that killed when looked at. Then what of and that Gryffindor kid, they didn't die? Had the beasts stare weaken? Quickly I made it to the commons for the evening.