CHAPTER ELEVEN
The tale that spread like wildfire through the Hogwarts student body and staff the next day went somewhat like this:
Snape and Miss Diamond were having a passionate affair. During dinner, they went down to the Potions room to that they could 'spend sometime alone' (the students used some more graphic words.) While 'getting to know each other' in Snape's office in the Potions room, the troll came lumbering, did all the damage to the classroom, and trapped Snape and Miss Diamond inside, where even as the troll lay knocked outside the door, they 'got to know each other.' The next morning, after the troll had been removed, the classroom magically repaired by Dumbledore, and the concrete removed from the door, Snape and Miss Diamond were found in each other's arms. Snape was getting fired from Hogwarts for 'getting to know' (students used another term) Miss Diamond. But Miss Diamond was staying because Dumbledore didn't want her disappaering again. And, plus, she was gorgeous.
Where ever Dia went the next day, people whispered behind her back. About ten curious students had asked her if the story was true, and she had to keep a straight face everytime. She thought it positivly amusing that people thought she was having an affair with the Replacement Defense Aginst the Dark Arts/Inactive Potions Master. She knew whenever she taught her Potions classes that day, that people were silently whispering. She heard snippets of comments like, "I can't believe Snape bagged a girl that gorgeous!" "Why would a veela want to sleep with a nasry greaseball like Snape!" "I wish I were Snape!" "She's such a tramp!" "Ewh! I wouldn't touch Snape with a ten foot pole and here she is sleeping with him..."
All through her lessons she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She roamed the corridors with a smile and giggled everytime she heard a new version of the story. But Snape wasn't taking the story so lightly. Dia heard from the conversations in her Potions classes that Snape had been a million times worse than he ever had. He had taken a record number of points off of the houses (even his own, Slytherin) when they made ill comments behind his back. He gave them a tremendous amount of homework and snarled and sneered at them the whole time. Whenever Dia saw him, in between classes, he would storm around, his black robes billowing about, like a large bat in a grand tizzy.
The first time all day she actually got to talk to Snape was at dinner.
Dia took her usual seat in between Professor Sprout and Snape. Snape ignored her completely. Dia settled herself in her seat and looked out at the four house tables. Many looked in her direction and she could just tell than her sitting next to Severus Snape was more than a scandal. She quielty smiled to herself.
"Hello, Professor," Dia said cheerfully to Snape.
He ignored her and looked straight ahead. Dia studied him. His skin was unusually pale, except for his cheeks which burnt crimson. He had a cut on his lower left cheek, from a chard of glass cutting him last night, which Madam Pomfrey had fixed with a bandage (Dia also had a matching one on her upper right cheek.)
"So, how was class, today?" she asked innocently.
Snape still stared forward. But his pale complexion turned rouge. Dia could tell she was striking his temper.
She shrugged and began to eat the delicious food which had magically appeared on her plate.
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Professor Wichard Plighter finished writing his application and sent it to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore at the Hogwards School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by messenger owl, and waited patiently for a reply.
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The mild winds of mid-December quickly became unbearable as Christmas arrived. Sparkling white fluff covered the grounds of Hogwarts and made the old fortress look like an enchanted castle.
Students began to get restless as the prospect of Christmas and the Yule Ball neared. The Snape/Miss Diamond spectacle had ended (except it still lived on in a few, such as Draco Malfoy.)
Many students had came to Dia and pleaded with her to make them a love potion so that their crush would go to the Yule Ball with them. Dia kindly laughed and said that love potions weren't allowed.
While most of the teachers made the students work until the last moment, Dia made Potions fun. The students were in disbelief. Snape had always made them plow through potions on this and potions on that. But Miss Diamond showed them how to make burping potions, potions that turned to rock candy, potions that made the drinker levitate and so on. The class soon became the most talked about again.
When Snape heard that his Potions class had become *gulp* fun, he promised himself to give a good lecture to Diamond. But he found that talking to her would be most embarrassing, so to even out the fun of Potions he made Defense Against the Dark Arts not fun. He gave his students piles of homework, so much that even Hermione Granger whined about it.
But the pupils survied the trial, and the last class Dia had the last day before break was the Gryffindor-Slytherin fifth years. Dia had taken a liking to this particular class (except the Slytherins) and she gave the class a free day and sat chatting with the majority of the Gryffindor girls about the Yule Ball.
"I got my dress, Miss Diamond. It's so pretty!" Parvati Patil squealed. "It's lilac with dark purple trim."
"Sound wonderful, Parvati. Who are you going with?" Dia asked.
Parvati looked downtrodden. "I'm going with Ron Weasley this year!" She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. Dia looked and saw Ron Weasley, the quirkily cute red head sitting in the back Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
"What about you, Lavendar?" Dia asked.
"Im going with Seamus," Lavendar Brown beamed.
"What about you, Miss Diamond?" Corky Commard, a Gryffindor, asked.
Dia's face flushed and she couldn't help but think of Severus Snape for a moment. She knew the girls were thinking the same thing. "No, girls, I am not going with Professor Snape. There is absoutly nothing between us. I'm going with Headmaster Dumbledore."
"HEADMASTER DUMBLEDORE?" all the girls asked in disbelief.
Dia giggled. "Yes...but he needed a dancing partner and I needed a dancing partner, that's all."
The girls looked relieved.
"Your so lucky, Miss Diamond," Parvati said after a while.
"Why do you say that, Parvati?" Dia asked.
Parvati looked sullen. "You could have gone with anyone you wanted. Fred and Geroge..." This brought about a swoon from the other girls. "...or any of the top picks this year. Who am I stuck with? Not Fred of Geroge. But Ron."
Dia laughed. "I see nothing wrong with Mr. Weasley."
Parvati sighed as she looked at Ron, who was holding a conversation with Harry and Hermione. "Then let's switch dancing partners. You take Ron and I'll take Headmaster Dumbledore."
The tale that spread like wildfire through the Hogwarts student body and staff the next day went somewhat like this:
Snape and Miss Diamond were having a passionate affair. During dinner, they went down to the Potions room to that they could 'spend sometime alone' (the students used some more graphic words.) While 'getting to know each other' in Snape's office in the Potions room, the troll came lumbering, did all the damage to the classroom, and trapped Snape and Miss Diamond inside, where even as the troll lay knocked outside the door, they 'got to know each other.' The next morning, after the troll had been removed, the classroom magically repaired by Dumbledore, and the concrete removed from the door, Snape and Miss Diamond were found in each other's arms. Snape was getting fired from Hogwarts for 'getting to know' (students used another term) Miss Diamond. But Miss Diamond was staying because Dumbledore didn't want her disappaering again. And, plus, she was gorgeous.
Where ever Dia went the next day, people whispered behind her back. About ten curious students had asked her if the story was true, and she had to keep a straight face everytime. She thought it positivly amusing that people thought she was having an affair with the Replacement Defense Aginst the Dark Arts/Inactive Potions Master. She knew whenever she taught her Potions classes that day, that people were silently whispering. She heard snippets of comments like, "I can't believe Snape bagged a girl that gorgeous!" "Why would a veela want to sleep with a nasry greaseball like Snape!" "I wish I were Snape!" "She's such a tramp!" "Ewh! I wouldn't touch Snape with a ten foot pole and here she is sleeping with him..."
All through her lessons she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She roamed the corridors with a smile and giggled everytime she heard a new version of the story. But Snape wasn't taking the story so lightly. Dia heard from the conversations in her Potions classes that Snape had been a million times worse than he ever had. He had taken a record number of points off of the houses (even his own, Slytherin) when they made ill comments behind his back. He gave them a tremendous amount of homework and snarled and sneered at them the whole time. Whenever Dia saw him, in between classes, he would storm around, his black robes billowing about, like a large bat in a grand tizzy.
The first time all day she actually got to talk to Snape was at dinner.
Dia took her usual seat in between Professor Sprout and Snape. Snape ignored her completely. Dia settled herself in her seat and looked out at the four house tables. Many looked in her direction and she could just tell than her sitting next to Severus Snape was more than a scandal. She quielty smiled to herself.
"Hello, Professor," Dia said cheerfully to Snape.
He ignored her and looked straight ahead. Dia studied him. His skin was unusually pale, except for his cheeks which burnt crimson. He had a cut on his lower left cheek, from a chard of glass cutting him last night, which Madam Pomfrey had fixed with a bandage (Dia also had a matching one on her upper right cheek.)
"So, how was class, today?" she asked innocently.
Snape still stared forward. But his pale complexion turned rouge. Dia could tell she was striking his temper.
She shrugged and began to eat the delicious food which had magically appeared on her plate.
********
Professor Wichard Plighter finished writing his application and sent it to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore at the Hogwards School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by messenger owl, and waited patiently for a reply.
*******
The mild winds of mid-December quickly became unbearable as Christmas arrived. Sparkling white fluff covered the grounds of Hogwarts and made the old fortress look like an enchanted castle.
Students began to get restless as the prospect of Christmas and the Yule Ball neared. The Snape/Miss Diamond spectacle had ended (except it still lived on in a few, such as Draco Malfoy.)
Many students had came to Dia and pleaded with her to make them a love potion so that their crush would go to the Yule Ball with them. Dia kindly laughed and said that love potions weren't allowed.
While most of the teachers made the students work until the last moment, Dia made Potions fun. The students were in disbelief. Snape had always made them plow through potions on this and potions on that. But Miss Diamond showed them how to make burping potions, potions that turned to rock candy, potions that made the drinker levitate and so on. The class soon became the most talked about again.
When Snape heard that his Potions class had become *gulp* fun, he promised himself to give a good lecture to Diamond. But he found that talking to her would be most embarrassing, so to even out the fun of Potions he made Defense Against the Dark Arts not fun. He gave his students piles of homework, so much that even Hermione Granger whined about it.
But the pupils survied the trial, and the last class Dia had the last day before break was the Gryffindor-Slytherin fifth years. Dia had taken a liking to this particular class (except the Slytherins) and she gave the class a free day and sat chatting with the majority of the Gryffindor girls about the Yule Ball.
"I got my dress, Miss Diamond. It's so pretty!" Parvati Patil squealed. "It's lilac with dark purple trim."
"Sound wonderful, Parvati. Who are you going with?" Dia asked.
Parvati looked downtrodden. "I'm going with Ron Weasley this year!" She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. Dia looked and saw Ron Weasley, the quirkily cute red head sitting in the back Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
"What about you, Lavendar?" Dia asked.
"Im going with Seamus," Lavendar Brown beamed.
"What about you, Miss Diamond?" Corky Commard, a Gryffindor, asked.
Dia's face flushed and she couldn't help but think of Severus Snape for a moment. She knew the girls were thinking the same thing. "No, girls, I am not going with Professor Snape. There is absoutly nothing between us. I'm going with Headmaster Dumbledore."
"HEADMASTER DUMBLEDORE?" all the girls asked in disbelief.
Dia giggled. "Yes...but he needed a dancing partner and I needed a dancing partner, that's all."
The girls looked relieved.
"Your so lucky, Miss Diamond," Parvati said after a while.
"Why do you say that, Parvati?" Dia asked.
Parvati looked sullen. "You could have gone with anyone you wanted. Fred and Geroge..." This brought about a swoon from the other girls. "...or any of the top picks this year. Who am I stuck with? Not Fred of Geroge. But Ron."
Dia laughed. "I see nothing wrong with Mr. Weasley."
Parvati sighed as she looked at Ron, who was holding a conversation with Harry and Hermione. "Then let's switch dancing partners. You take Ron and I'll take Headmaster Dumbledore."