A/n: Omigosh! I GOT REVIEWS!! I'm so happy!!! *does happy dance* So happy,
in fact, that I've decided to write another chapter! Who knows, this may
even turn into an actual story… Nah…
Disclaimer: *checks bank account for hoards of cash* Aw, consarnit! Nope, I still don't own 'em…
Part II: What Snape did…
Unfortunately, George was far too occupied in punching his brother to realize that Snape had frozen in his tracks not two tables away. He was slowly revolving on the spot at this very moment…
You see, years of spying against Voldemort (and previous years of students) had taught our dear Professor how to pick up on clandestine conversations, and he had come to expect that kind of thing from these two. Well, maybe not THIS kind of thing…
They were very lucky that none of the other students had heard their joke. They were very lucky that the other students passed off Snape's subsequent death-glare as just another Weasley prank uncovered by the wily Potions Master. They were very lucky that the other students were in the room and watching Snape as he glared his death-glare, because it checked his then near-homicidal temper into merely "Ooooh, you're gonna get it, but not with so much attention this way…"
Fred was nursing his arm when he realized that sometime in the last half a minute or so, the room had gone silent.
_Oh crap,_ thought Fred.
_Crap on a stick,_ thought George.
George was just wondering if the new veins pounding in Snape's temples were his version of a blush, as Snape managed to get out through his clenched teeth, "You two, after… class…"
A/n: Dun-dun-dun!!! I'm getting more into this fic-writing thing…
Ok, I still need some ideas for pranks Snape would pull! R/R! Thankies to CartoonJessie, tailchaser, and Lila Mae for the reviews! :)
Disclaimer: *checks bank account for hoards of cash* Aw, consarnit! Nope, I still don't own 'em…
Part II: What Snape did…
Unfortunately, George was far too occupied in punching his brother to realize that Snape had frozen in his tracks not two tables away. He was slowly revolving on the spot at this very moment…
You see, years of spying against Voldemort (and previous years of students) had taught our dear Professor how to pick up on clandestine conversations, and he had come to expect that kind of thing from these two. Well, maybe not THIS kind of thing…
They were very lucky that none of the other students had heard their joke. They were very lucky that the other students passed off Snape's subsequent death-glare as just another Weasley prank uncovered by the wily Potions Master. They were very lucky that the other students were in the room and watching Snape as he glared his death-glare, because it checked his then near-homicidal temper into merely "Ooooh, you're gonna get it, but not with so much attention this way…"
Fred was nursing his arm when he realized that sometime in the last half a minute or so, the room had gone silent.
_Oh crap,_ thought Fred.
_Crap on a stick,_ thought George.
George was just wondering if the new veins pounding in Snape's temples were his version of a blush, as Snape managed to get out through his clenched teeth, "You two, after… class…"
A/n: Dun-dun-dun!!! I'm getting more into this fic-writing thing…
Ok, I still need some ideas for pranks Snape would pull! R/R! Thankies to CartoonJessie, tailchaser, and Lila Mae for the reviews! :)