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My jaw dropped.
Willowhawk gave a little yelp.
Gumlick jumped.
There stood Snape in all his glory—his long greasy black hair, his billowing black robes and that lovely aquiline nose were all there.
"SEVVIE!" the three of us cried in unison and we ran up and hugged him.
"UGH! Geroff me, Muggles!" he cried disgustedly in that deep purdy voice of his, prying us off of him. We broke off beaming.
The principal stared, muttered, "oh my goodness gravy" and quietly shuffled out the door.
"SIT!" Snape spat.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, my fellow Snape fans and I sat, twitching with excitement.
"That will be TEN points from the Piranhas for your lack of respect," he said silkily, eyeing the three of us with mounting dislike. (The Purple Piranhas is my school team.) "Wait—that's not how they do things here, is it?" he murmured.
We all shook our heads.
"Then you three are serving detention with me in the dunge— in here this afternoon."
The bell rang just then, ending the class. With some difficulty Willowhawk, Gumlick and I stopped drooling, pried our eyes off our purdy new teacher and made our way to our lockers.
"Can you BELIEVE it?" Willowhawk sighed rapturously.
Gumlick had a heavenly smile on her face and was unable to speak.
"I KNOW!" I squealed. "I mean, I always thought he was just a character from a book--"
"Who CARES?" Willowhawk interrupted. "The point is he's HERE and he's OUR TEACHER!"
Gumlick came around and squeaked, "And we- we get DETENTION with him! All alone with darling Snapey-poo…"
I don't know what happened next because I fainted dead away.
*
At lunch the three of us were dazedly discussing our new math teacher. He had spoken to us! We had TOUCHED him--!
Jessica plopped down across from us with a tray consisting of her usual drink and one container of french fries. "What's up?" she asked boredly.
"Snape," Gumlick said with a sigh.
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "I heard about that. It's all over the school. Glad I didn't get him—isn't he, like, really strict and evil and stuff?"
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling.
"Your poor child," Willowhawk said with pity in her voice, patting her on the back. "You poor, deprived child."
Jessica pushed her chair back cautiously. "God, I am SO glad I'm not as obsessed at you guys," she muttered. She picked up her tray and went off to eat with Patricia, AKA Moaning Myrtle. The three of us exchanged glances and shook our heads sadly. "I have a life you know!" she retorted as she walked off. (She tells me and Gumlick that just about every day, mind you.)
"That's some life," I shouted, "if it doesn't include Snape!"
About ten minutes later the three of us threw our trays away and ran off excitedly to detention.
My jaw dropped.
Willowhawk gave a little yelp.
Gumlick jumped.
There stood Snape in all his glory—his long greasy black hair, his billowing black robes and that lovely aquiline nose were all there.
"SEVVIE!" the three of us cried in unison and we ran up and hugged him.
"UGH! Geroff me, Muggles!" he cried disgustedly in that deep purdy voice of his, prying us off of him. We broke off beaming.
The principal stared, muttered, "oh my goodness gravy" and quietly shuffled out the door.
"SIT!" Snape spat.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, my fellow Snape fans and I sat, twitching with excitement.
"That will be TEN points from the Piranhas for your lack of respect," he said silkily, eyeing the three of us with mounting dislike. (The Purple Piranhas is my school team.) "Wait—that's not how they do things here, is it?" he murmured.
We all shook our heads.
"Then you three are serving detention with me in the dunge— in here this afternoon."
The bell rang just then, ending the class. With some difficulty Willowhawk, Gumlick and I stopped drooling, pried our eyes off our purdy new teacher and made our way to our lockers.
"Can you BELIEVE it?" Willowhawk sighed rapturously.
Gumlick had a heavenly smile on her face and was unable to speak.
"I KNOW!" I squealed. "I mean, I always thought he was just a character from a book--"
"Who CARES?" Willowhawk interrupted. "The point is he's HERE and he's OUR TEACHER!"
Gumlick came around and squeaked, "And we- we get DETENTION with him! All alone with darling Snapey-poo…"
I don't know what happened next because I fainted dead away.
*
At lunch the three of us were dazedly discussing our new math teacher. He had spoken to us! We had TOUCHED him--!
Jessica plopped down across from us with a tray consisting of her usual drink and one container of french fries. "What's up?" she asked boredly.
"Snape," Gumlick said with a sigh.
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "I heard about that. It's all over the school. Glad I didn't get him—isn't he, like, really strict and evil and stuff?"
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling.
"Your poor child," Willowhawk said with pity in her voice, patting her on the back. "You poor, deprived child."
Jessica pushed her chair back cautiously. "God, I am SO glad I'm not as obsessed at you guys," she muttered. She picked up her tray and went off to eat with Patricia, AKA Moaning Myrtle. The three of us exchanged glances and shook our heads sadly. "I have a life you know!" she retorted as she walked off. (She tells me and Gumlick that just about every day, mind you.)
"That's some life," I shouted, "if it doesn't include Snape!"
About ten minutes later the three of us threw our trays away and ran off excitedly to detention.