A/n: I'm back! Yaaaayy! My well of bad Snape-jokes dried up for a time… (.
But I'm better now! ( Hint for that last joke, I don't think y'all quite
got it: What is McGonagall's animagus form? *sigh* the one I have for you
is quite esoteric, and very dorky in nature, mainly because I learned the
basis of it in Physics class. Enjoy anyway!
Disclaimer: Gee, I forgot these for a while… The only things that are mine are the plot and the jokes, as I'm sure Ms. Rowling wouldn't want to have her name tied to such abominable things… (hehe)
Part VIII: The Morning After
After breakfast on Saturday morning, Hermione left her two friends to play their game of Enchanted Food Chess (Sausages V. Hashbrowns on a board of burnt and unburnt toast-squares). She started to walk briskly back up to her common room, her nose buried in some more "light reading": a book on physics and engineering that she picked up over the summer.
She was just getting to the part about velocity and acceleration when WHAM! She was just wondering what person carrying that amount of momentum could cause her to bounce off like that (the mind works in strange ways), as she heard a low and angry, "Miss Granger…"
She looked up to see none other than Professor Snape, looking livid that a student had dared invade his sphere of personal space so carelessly.
"So you believe yourself so talented as to be able to read and walk at the same time?" He eyed her as she struggled to get up after being laid out flat on the floor. (A/n: Heh heh… No! Don't go there, PowerLeca, it's not _that_ kind of fic…) "Look where it got you… Ten points from Gryffindor for your cockiness!"
And he stepped over her with a sneer and swooped off, black cloak billowing around his long legs… (A/n: I thought I told you not to go there?!)
Hermione stood and picked up her book, muttering, "Jerk…" and continued on her way. Upon arrival in the common room, she flopped into one of the big read chairs and resumed reading her book. Fred and George were in the corner, huddled over a bit of parchment. Hermione heard the words "Canary Creams" and decided it was best not to interfere.
After a page or two, Hermione dropped the book on the table with a look of comprehension on her face.
"So Snape is measured in [meters per cubic second]…"
And then proceeded to fall into a fit of helpless laughter.
Unable to stand not being in on the joke, Fred got up, with George in tow, to search for a clue in her book. Once he found her page, a list of terms and units greeted his searching gaze. This is what he found:
…
[meters] - displacement
[meters per second] - velocity
[meters per square second] - acceleration
[meters per cubic second] - jerk
…
Putting the book down, Fred looked at his brother and shook his head sadly.
George looked at the list, and walked back to their table. "Nerd…"
A/n: Better than nothing? Eh, that's ok…
Omigoodness! I now have TWO PAGES of reviews!!! *happy dance* *cries*
Thank you! I feel so loved!
Disclaimer: Gee, I forgot these for a while… The only things that are mine are the plot and the jokes, as I'm sure Ms. Rowling wouldn't want to have her name tied to such abominable things… (hehe)
Part VIII: The Morning After
After breakfast on Saturday morning, Hermione left her two friends to play their game of Enchanted Food Chess (Sausages V. Hashbrowns on a board of burnt and unburnt toast-squares). She started to walk briskly back up to her common room, her nose buried in some more "light reading": a book on physics and engineering that she picked up over the summer.
She was just getting to the part about velocity and acceleration when WHAM! She was just wondering what person carrying that amount of momentum could cause her to bounce off like that (the mind works in strange ways), as she heard a low and angry, "Miss Granger…"
She looked up to see none other than Professor Snape, looking livid that a student had dared invade his sphere of personal space so carelessly.
"So you believe yourself so talented as to be able to read and walk at the same time?" He eyed her as she struggled to get up after being laid out flat on the floor. (A/n: Heh heh… No! Don't go there, PowerLeca, it's not _that_ kind of fic…) "Look where it got you… Ten points from Gryffindor for your cockiness!"
And he stepped over her with a sneer and swooped off, black cloak billowing around his long legs… (A/n: I thought I told you not to go there?!)
Hermione stood and picked up her book, muttering, "Jerk…" and continued on her way. Upon arrival in the common room, she flopped into one of the big read chairs and resumed reading her book. Fred and George were in the corner, huddled over a bit of parchment. Hermione heard the words "Canary Creams" and decided it was best not to interfere.
After a page or two, Hermione dropped the book on the table with a look of comprehension on her face.
"So Snape is measured in [meters per cubic second]…"
And then proceeded to fall into a fit of helpless laughter.
Unable to stand not being in on the joke, Fred got up, with George in tow, to search for a clue in her book. Once he found her page, a list of terms and units greeted his searching gaze. This is what he found:
…
[meters] - displacement
[meters per second] - velocity
[meters per square second] - acceleration
[meters per cubic second] - jerk
…
Putting the book down, Fred looked at his brother and shook his head sadly.
George looked at the list, and walked back to their table. "Nerd…"
A/n: Better than nothing? Eh, that's ok…
Omigoodness! I now have TWO PAGES of reviews!!! *happy dance* *cries*
Thank you! I feel so loved!