Harry and Hermione were standing outside the dungeons waiting for their Potions lesson. Their conversation was cut short when a red Ron almost ran into them.

"did you hear."

"what?"

"Michelle, I mean Professor Molloy, punched the new DADA assistant and then had a go at Snape!"

" Don't be stupid Ron. A professor would never do such a thing"

"yeah Ron you must be mistaken"

" believe what you want, but I can't wait for today's lesson!"

Hermione then proceeded to mutter something but before Ron could say anything Snape appeared shortly followed by Michelle.

" Ron did you see the look Michelle gave Snape?"

"see I told you.."

" Ron stop acting so childish, and you Harry, you should know better than to encourage Ron"

"well maybe if you would stop trying to grow up so damn fast you would know when to enjoy yourself. Stop acting so superior -"

Before a very red Ron could finish, Michelle came out of the dungeons and beckoned them in silently.

The class sat silently copying the ingredients list for the potion they were about to make.

"This potion should be a translucent blue colour. Now Mr.Longbottom , please try to get this potion right. If you do not you will be serving detention every night until you do succeed in brewing a potion, and points will be taken from Gryffindor -"

"Pr.Snape, that is completely unfair!! Maybe if you stopped picking on Neville and leave him be, he might actually be good at potions. Can't you see that it's because of you that he doesn't do well. You scare him half to death. He's worried that you will do something to him, and always makes mistakes because of his nerves. You -"

"Pr.Molloy!!, you are here to assist me, not pass judgment on my teaching! I suggest that you go and take your seat before you make it worse for yourself." Replied a shocked and angry Snape.

Michelle turned around and walked passed the rows of shocked Gryffindors and Slytherins and tool her seat near the back of the room. The Pupils could her muttering as she walked by.

"oh, yes master, whatever you say master. Anything else I can do for you master. Like teach you how to use a bottle of shampoo!! You slimly haired git!!"

At this last comment, Harry and Ron burst out laughing causing everyone to stare.

" what is so funny POTTER?" spat Snape.

" oh..um.nothing.sir"

" then would you please explain why you and Mr.Weasly here are making that ridiculous noise that I can only guess you would consider laughing?"

" Honestly sir it was nothing" answered a much more calm Harry.

" Detention tonight both of you, and 20 points from Gryffindor"

"Severus, I mean Pr. Snape, it was me. I caused them to laugh." Spoke up Michelle. Ron, who had been leaning on Hermione for support, soon straightened up after hearing this.

Snape glared at her for a moment. Neither of them moved. Just stood there glaring at the other. The class stared at them, wondering if they should do anything. Some were muttering to their neighbour , hoping that Michelle would punch the rat.

After about five minutes, Michelle simply straightened herself up, picked up her bag. Took a step towards Snape, but instead of punching him, she just smiled and left. Snape stood there speechless.

'what in Merlin's name just happened?'

'come on Severus, shake out of it!! She's annoying, you can't stand her! And yet...'

" POTTER, 10 points from Gryffindor, and wipe that smirk of your face!!"

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Michelle walked down the corridor smiling to herself. She turned corner after corner, sub consciously heading to Madeleine's classroom, when she bumped into something. It was actually a person. The one person that could annoy Michelle just by breathing. Maryann.

" Watch where your going ...oh it's you"

" Shove off! I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now"

" well excuse me for breathing. Besides you walked into me"

" I suggest you leave now, before I do something that you might later regret!"

" And what would that be?"

"This!!" Michelle screamed as she punched Maryann for the second time in two days.

" You'll pay for this Molloy. Just you wait!!" and with that Maryann ran to the medical wing, hand over her nose, and blood running down her face.