9
When I had finished Snape's story, J. K. just stared.
"Well," she said, stunned. Then she glanced at her watch and jumped. "WHOA! It's midnight! I've been up for two days straight!" she shrieked. "I'm going to bed," she announced, and stared up the long flight of steps. "Oh, yes," she said, remembering, and stopped. "You guys can take any of the bedrooms—except for the one with papers all over the bed and the one with the tropical fish." She disappeared up the steps.
There was a long silence around J. K.'s dinner table. I couldn't sustain myself any longer, and I broke it.
"I get to sleep with Snape," I stated.
There was a huge uproar at this as lightning flashed outside.
"NO! I DO I DO!" Gumlick screamed.
Snape, who had pretended he wasn't there the whole meal, started to edge his chair back cautiously.
Megan noticed the act, unfortunately for Snape, and plopped down on his lap. "You KNOW you want to sleep with ME, Severus," she cooed.
"GET OFF MY BABY!" Les screamed.
Snape fell out of his chair and cried, "I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH ANY OF YOU!"
"SHHHHHUUUUUUUUT UP!" J. K. called from upstairs. "I'm trying to SLEEP!"
Everyone froze.
"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO CALL THE COPS ON YOU GUYS!"
Thunder boomed from outside, and we hears a door slam upstairs. There was silence at the table again. Snape stood up, looking terribly disgusted. "I'll never understand women," he muttered, shaking his head of greasy black hair.
"N—no you won't," Willowhawk sobbed. "You've just broken five girls' hearts."
Snape rolled his eyes, and made his way to the staircase. "I'm going to bed," he hissed. And then he turned around and glared at Willowhawk. His wand, which had been in her pocked, zoomed into his outstretched hand. "And don't think I won't be locking the door behind me," he whispered.
Everyone groaned. Each of us Snape fans had been planning how we were going to break into his room in the middle of the night. Snape obviously knew more about women than he was letting on.
*
I didn't want to open my eyes, afraid that my whole Snape adventure had been a dream, and when I did was delighted to find myself in J. K.'s house.
"WAKE UP, EVERYONE!" I yelled.
The Snape fans grunted and rubbed their eyes. As soon as they all realized where they were, there was a mad rush for the door. We raced down the steps and skidded to a stop in the living room where J. K. and Snape were playing cards, sitting cross-legged on the rug.
"Good morning," Willowhawk said.
"Night," J. K. corrected absently, and we looked, shocked, out the window at the pitch-black sky. "You guys must have been really tired. Go Fish, anyone?" she asked pleasantly.
"It's a fascinating game," Snape murmured, his face hidden behind his fan of cards.
Everyone but me sat down on the rug eager to play cards with their favorite author and they're favorite guy.
I laughed. "That's okay," I said, "I'll make some hot chocolate." I made my way to the kitchen and conjured up nine cups of cocoa on a tray, with a little help from Snape's wand, which was lying on the table. I carried the tray into the living room. J. K. looked up, surprised.
"Why thank you," she said. "That's very ni--"
Then the door burst open, and on the doorstep stood nine soggy Gryffindors, and they were all looking murderous.
When I had finished Snape's story, J. K. just stared.
"Well," she said, stunned. Then she glanced at her watch and jumped. "WHOA! It's midnight! I've been up for two days straight!" she shrieked. "I'm going to bed," she announced, and stared up the long flight of steps. "Oh, yes," she said, remembering, and stopped. "You guys can take any of the bedrooms—except for the one with papers all over the bed and the one with the tropical fish." She disappeared up the steps.
There was a long silence around J. K.'s dinner table. I couldn't sustain myself any longer, and I broke it.
"I get to sleep with Snape," I stated.
There was a huge uproar at this as lightning flashed outside.
"NO! I DO I DO!" Gumlick screamed.
Snape, who had pretended he wasn't there the whole meal, started to edge his chair back cautiously.
Megan noticed the act, unfortunately for Snape, and plopped down on his lap. "You KNOW you want to sleep with ME, Severus," she cooed.
"GET OFF MY BABY!" Les screamed.
Snape fell out of his chair and cried, "I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH ANY OF YOU!"
"SHHHHHUUUUUUUUT UP!" J. K. called from upstairs. "I'm trying to SLEEP!"
Everyone froze.
"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO CALL THE COPS ON YOU GUYS!"
Thunder boomed from outside, and we hears a door slam upstairs. There was silence at the table again. Snape stood up, looking terribly disgusted. "I'll never understand women," he muttered, shaking his head of greasy black hair.
"N—no you won't," Willowhawk sobbed. "You've just broken five girls' hearts."
Snape rolled his eyes, and made his way to the staircase. "I'm going to bed," he hissed. And then he turned around and glared at Willowhawk. His wand, which had been in her pocked, zoomed into his outstretched hand. "And don't think I won't be locking the door behind me," he whispered.
Everyone groaned. Each of us Snape fans had been planning how we were going to break into his room in the middle of the night. Snape obviously knew more about women than he was letting on.
*
I didn't want to open my eyes, afraid that my whole Snape adventure had been a dream, and when I did was delighted to find myself in J. K.'s house.
"WAKE UP, EVERYONE!" I yelled.
The Snape fans grunted and rubbed their eyes. As soon as they all realized where they were, there was a mad rush for the door. We raced down the steps and skidded to a stop in the living room where J. K. and Snape were playing cards, sitting cross-legged on the rug.
"Good morning," Willowhawk said.
"Night," J. K. corrected absently, and we looked, shocked, out the window at the pitch-black sky. "You guys must have been really tired. Go Fish, anyone?" she asked pleasantly.
"It's a fascinating game," Snape murmured, his face hidden behind his fan of cards.
Everyone but me sat down on the rug eager to play cards with their favorite author and they're favorite guy.
I laughed. "That's okay," I said, "I'll make some hot chocolate." I made my way to the kitchen and conjured up nine cups of cocoa on a tray, with a little help from Snape's wand, which was lying on the table. I carried the tray into the living room. J. K. looked up, surprised.
"Why thank you," she said. "That's very ni--"
Then the door burst open, and on the doorstep stood nine soggy Gryffindors, and they were all looking murderous.