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"HAHAHAHA!" Snape cackled, letting go of Harry's neck causing it to crash to the floor. "I have finally gotten my revenge over that perfect git James!" He grinned crazily and did a funky little dance but stopped suddenly. "Uh-oh," he muttered. "Dumbledore still knows I'm a vampire—he'll fire me for sure!" He sighed heavily and went off to pack his bags. Having done so he resumed his bat form and flew off into the night.
*
I yawned.
"So if you add the two bases and multiply by the height and multiply the product by one half," my math teacher (I'm not mentioning any names) droned, "you will get the area. But don't forget to put the 'squared' sign and the measurement…"
Blah, blah, blah. I hate math. My math teacher is quite ancient but she wears her silver hair in a ponytail. She also has glasses and these huge blue eyes that bore into yours and can be VERY creepy. Her voice is all sing-songy and fake and it puts you to sleep. She is SOOO boring!
I yawned again and considered taking a five-second nap when she said sharply, "AMANDA! What is the answer?"
I forced my tired eyes open and stared dumbly at the overhead. She is super-boring by making the work seem really complicated when she explains it but it's actually easy stuff.
"Fifty centimeters, squared," I replied, and was please to see a startled look on her old face.
"Yes," she muttered, clearly annoyed, and proceeded her talk.
I came out of my stupor for a moment to hear her say, "The only magic I know is to do your homework every night." I practically DIED. (Actually she really said that in real life. Ugh.) "So everyone should always do their work," she said, going into her grade speech she made every lesson. "Everyone should…"
BANG.
The classroom door burst open and the principal strode in. Gumlick awoke with a snort and muttered stupidly, "Go back to the jungle from whence you came, elephant." The principal did not hear her, luckily.
She looked at my teacher. "You are fired," she said sharply.
My math teacher dropped the overhead pen. Willowhawk smirked.
"This class has been getting very poor grades as a result of your horrible teaching methods." She pointed to the door. "Out," she directed.
"But--"
"Now," she said icily.
My former-teacher's lip trembled but she left. The class, having gotten over their shock, cheered wildly. I could hardly believe my good luck. Gumlick, Willowhawk and I jumped up on our desks and did a little victory dance but quickly got seated when the principal gave us a very sharp look.
"I'm sorry for that little interruption students," the principal said apologetically. "Here is your new teacher."
Severus Snape burst into the classroom.
"HAHAHAHA!" Snape cackled, letting go of Harry's neck causing it to crash to the floor. "I have finally gotten my revenge over that perfect git James!" He grinned crazily and did a funky little dance but stopped suddenly. "Uh-oh," he muttered. "Dumbledore still knows I'm a vampire—he'll fire me for sure!" He sighed heavily and went off to pack his bags. Having done so he resumed his bat form and flew off into the night.
*
I yawned.
"So if you add the two bases and multiply by the height and multiply the product by one half," my math teacher (I'm not mentioning any names) droned, "you will get the area. But don't forget to put the 'squared' sign and the measurement…"
Blah, blah, blah. I hate math. My math teacher is quite ancient but she wears her silver hair in a ponytail. She also has glasses and these huge blue eyes that bore into yours and can be VERY creepy. Her voice is all sing-songy and fake and it puts you to sleep. She is SOOO boring!
I yawned again and considered taking a five-second nap when she said sharply, "AMANDA! What is the answer?"
I forced my tired eyes open and stared dumbly at the overhead. She is super-boring by making the work seem really complicated when she explains it but it's actually easy stuff.
"Fifty centimeters, squared," I replied, and was please to see a startled look on her old face.
"Yes," she muttered, clearly annoyed, and proceeded her talk.
I came out of my stupor for a moment to hear her say, "The only magic I know is to do your homework every night." I practically DIED. (Actually she really said that in real life. Ugh.) "So everyone should always do their work," she said, going into her grade speech she made every lesson. "Everyone should…"
BANG.
The classroom door burst open and the principal strode in. Gumlick awoke with a snort and muttered stupidly, "Go back to the jungle from whence you came, elephant." The principal did not hear her, luckily.
She looked at my teacher. "You are fired," she said sharply.
My math teacher dropped the overhead pen. Willowhawk smirked.
"This class has been getting very poor grades as a result of your horrible teaching methods." She pointed to the door. "Out," she directed.
"But--"
"Now," she said icily.
My former-teacher's lip trembled but she left. The class, having gotten over their shock, cheered wildly. I could hardly believe my good luck. Gumlick, Willowhawk and I jumped up on our desks and did a little victory dance but quickly got seated when the principal gave us a very sharp look.
"I'm sorry for that little interruption students," the principal said apologetically. "Here is your new teacher."
Severus Snape burst into the classroom.