SNOOOOOORE! Steph and Roecca kept sleeping. "Wake up!"
"Wh..?" Steph said as she woke up.
"Rar! We're late for Snape's class!"
"Uh oh! Hurry, Roecca, we've got to get ready!"
We slipped on our robes and ran to Snape's class. "LATE, ROECCA AND STEPH?"
"Yes, Snape," I said.
"And why are you late?"
"We slept in…?"
"YOU SLEPT IN?" Snape laughed. "THERE'S NO SUCH THING! BWAHAHA, THAT'S SIMPLY… stupid. Get to your seats and get ready for the exam."
"You said that was on Friday!"
"I lied."
Snape gave us the exam. Well, actually, I did pretty well on it.
"Give me the exams," Snape hissed. "Give them, you"—he muttered this—"lousy, rotten, dumb kids."
After potion class was over, I said, "We should tell Dumbedore how Snape is acting, you know?"
"Dumbledore wouldn't do anything. Snape is one of the best teachers here, remember?" Steph said.
I sighed. Steph and I walked up the stairs to Professor McGonnagal's transfiguration class. The stairs started moving. "Oh, great," Steph sighed. "They're moving again."
The stairs led to Professor Binns's History of Magic class. "And why are you late?" Professor Binns exclaimed.
"We're not supposed to be here," I said.
"Oh, and I suppose the STAIRS did this?"
"Yes."
"Where are you supposed to be?"
"Professor McGonnagal's Transfiguration class," Steph said.
Professor Binns glared at us. "McGonnagal died in summer."
"What?" I said. Steph and my eyes widened. "What are you talking about? We just saw her this morning."
"You girls need to see Snape," Binns said. "You'll need a memory potion!"
Binns sent us off. What was going on?
"Wh..?" Steph said as she woke up.
"Rar! We're late for Snape's class!"
"Uh oh! Hurry, Roecca, we've got to get ready!"
We slipped on our robes and ran to Snape's class. "LATE, ROECCA AND STEPH?"
"Yes, Snape," I said.
"And why are you late?"
"We slept in…?"
"YOU SLEPT IN?" Snape laughed. "THERE'S NO SUCH THING! BWAHAHA, THAT'S SIMPLY… stupid. Get to your seats and get ready for the exam."
"You said that was on Friday!"
"I lied."
Snape gave us the exam. Well, actually, I did pretty well on it.
"Give me the exams," Snape hissed. "Give them, you"—he muttered this—"lousy, rotten, dumb kids."
After potion class was over, I said, "We should tell Dumbedore how Snape is acting, you know?"
"Dumbledore wouldn't do anything. Snape is one of the best teachers here, remember?" Steph said.
I sighed. Steph and I walked up the stairs to Professor McGonnagal's transfiguration class. The stairs started moving. "Oh, great," Steph sighed. "They're moving again."
The stairs led to Professor Binns's History of Magic class. "And why are you late?" Professor Binns exclaimed.
"We're not supposed to be here," I said.
"Oh, and I suppose the STAIRS did this?"
"Yes."
"Where are you supposed to be?"
"Professor McGonnagal's Transfiguration class," Steph said.
Professor Binns glared at us. "McGonnagal died in summer."
"What?" I said. Steph and my eyes widened. "What are you talking about? We just saw her this morning."
"You girls need to see Snape," Binns said. "You'll need a memory potion!"
Binns sent us off. What was going on?
