"…and then you take the three potions we mixed yesterday and… Ron Weasley!
Will you kindly pay attention NOW or I will personally throw you out of
this school Forever!"
Ron's red-haired head popped off the table in surprise, but when he realized who was speaking Ron again became listless, managing to mutter a weak excuse- "I'm already done with all the work for today"
"For that- you Will stay after class today and organize EVERYTHING in this potion room, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"
Nodding, Ron pretended to pay attention to the rest of the day's lecture-
It was a waste of time though, everyone knew Snape only noticed the Slytherin student, paying to attention to anyone else-except when we're getting in trouble Ron thought with disgust.
In another classroom (Botanical Ethics and You) Hermione Granger sat in a daze. She seldom let her emotions interfere with her school work, but somehow she couldn't see through this problem to day. She had been staring at (befuddled by) one "Tangible Species" spell the whole two hours she'd been in class. Little Professor Flitwick hadn't said anything but Hermione could tell he was concerned about her. She finally gave up, she didn't want to waste her time like this- no matter how upset she felt. Closing her eyes for a moment as if to (refresh/recharge) her mind- Hermione Granger did something she had not done in the six years she had been at Hogwarts- she walked out of class.
Silently he slipped through the still halls of Hogwarts. Everyone was either in class or on the day trip to Hogsmead- everyone but him and his silant rendezvous. He didn't have the invisibility cloak with him, for although the sun streamed in bright through the tall windows of the castle, Harry was stealing along one of the back passages towards the infamous Slytherin wing. In the past year, he was formed a delicate yet strongly passionate relationship with one of the most hated members of Slytherin- Draco Malfoy. Harry himself sill had no idea how this relationship came to be- one moment Draco and himself had been the bitterest of enemies, battling everyday since the met as first-years. The immature spats and quarrels- he remembered them all- yet now they held no meaning to him-they were but shadows from the past-never to be spoke of again.
Hurrying through the passage, Harry felt a bone-freezing draft swirl around his shoulders. Cursing himself for not bringing a cloak he walked a little faster; but once his thoughts drifted from the cold to his lover waiting for him; Harry stepped up his brisk walk to a sort of half-run-gaining speed down the dark tunnel while still watching out for loose rocks and dips in the path.
Would be fate to stumble now and run the risk of not showing up at all. Better to be a mite late that risk fate and break into a run.
Ron's red-haired head popped off the table in surprise, but when he realized who was speaking Ron again became listless, managing to mutter a weak excuse- "I'm already done with all the work for today"
"For that- you Will stay after class today and organize EVERYTHING in this potion room, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"
Nodding, Ron pretended to pay attention to the rest of the day's lecture-
It was a waste of time though, everyone knew Snape only noticed the Slytherin student, paying to attention to anyone else-except when we're getting in trouble Ron thought with disgust.
In another classroom (Botanical Ethics and You) Hermione Granger sat in a daze. She seldom let her emotions interfere with her school work, but somehow she couldn't see through this problem to day. She had been staring at (befuddled by) one "Tangible Species" spell the whole two hours she'd been in class. Little Professor Flitwick hadn't said anything but Hermione could tell he was concerned about her. She finally gave up, she didn't want to waste her time like this- no matter how upset she felt. Closing her eyes for a moment as if to (refresh/recharge) her mind- Hermione Granger did something she had not done in the six years she had been at Hogwarts- she walked out of class.
Silently he slipped through the still halls of Hogwarts. Everyone was either in class or on the day trip to Hogsmead- everyone but him and his silant rendezvous. He didn't have the invisibility cloak with him, for although the sun streamed in bright through the tall windows of the castle, Harry was stealing along one of the back passages towards the infamous Slytherin wing. In the past year, he was formed a delicate yet strongly passionate relationship with one of the most hated members of Slytherin- Draco Malfoy. Harry himself sill had no idea how this relationship came to be- one moment Draco and himself had been the bitterest of enemies, battling everyday since the met as first-years. The immature spats and quarrels- he remembered them all- yet now they held no meaning to him-they were but shadows from the past-never to be spoke of again.
Hurrying through the passage, Harry felt a bone-freezing draft swirl around his shoulders. Cursing himself for not bringing a cloak he walked a little faster; but once his thoughts drifted from the cold to his lover waiting for him; Harry stepped up his brisk walk to a sort of half-run-gaining speed down the dark tunnel while still watching out for loose rocks and dips in the path.
Would be fate to stumble now and run the risk of not showing up at all. Better to be a mite late that risk fate and break into a run.