Chapter 3
S Smith The Ballet Dancer
The next morning, Snape stomped to the Great Hall, trying to plot his revenge. He couldn't think of anything at the moment, so he decided to knock himself with a hammer a couple of times before he entered the Great Hall.
Snape checked his watch and saw that he was late for breakfast. He slammed open the doors to the Great Hall and walked past the House tables, his cloak billowing behind him. His boxers were coming down a little bit (A/N: For you Snape fans out there who care, the boxers had bunnies on them), so he tugged them back up. Snape saw Harry and Company snigger as he tugged on his boxers, who refused to stay up and kept sliding down to his thighs. Snape decided to just ignore it, when the boxers slid down to his buttocks. Snape turned red and pulled them up as hard as he could. The boxers stayed and Snape continued the long and embarrassing walk to the High Table. All the Gryffindors were laughing hysterically at him, and sat down next to Professor Smith, his head in his hands.
"Embarrassed, huh?" squealed Smith, who took a large bite out of his pumpkin pasty.
"Well, you'd think that would be obvious?" muttered Snape, and took his head out of his hands and grabbed some deviled eggs.
"Yeah," said Smith, and took a camera out of his bag. "Can I take your picture?" He held the camera in front of his face, and grinned eagerly at Snape.
"No, you idiot," said Snape simply, and continued with his breakfast.
Smith looked disappointed, and ate his breakfast without saying another word to Snape. Snape saw this as a reward for his patience, and ate the rest of his toast happily.
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While Snape sat at his desk in the dungeons (A/N: Finally, a change of scenery! Were you getting sick of the Great Hall and breakfast?) a brilliant idea struck him for revenge on Smith. He could turn him into a ballet dancer! Yes, Smith definitely deserved it. Snape would put Smith in a pink tutu, a pink tank top, and Snape would put Smith's hair in a bun. For added horror, he would put pink butterfly clips in Smith's hair, plus pink sparkles. Yes, it was the perfect idea! Also, Smith wouldn't be able to get out of the costume or get rid of his accessories for twenty-four hours! Snape started to do a little victory dance when he remembered he was teaching a class and desisted.
The curse would take place in the evening…once Snape found the proper combination of spells to make someone a ballet dancer with all that other stuff. He would have to skip lunch and search for spells in the library. "But," Snape thought to himself as he headed toward the library later "It's not really that much of a loss."
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Snape strode to the Great Hall that evening, holding his wand. It had taken so long to find the right arrangement of spells that he had to cancel two of his classes.
Snape sat next to Smith, who was doing a little dance. Smith was shaking his booty, waving his arms in the air to imaginary music.
"Ooo-ooo!" shouted Smith "Oo-Oo HEY!" Then Smith sat down. Snape stared at him oddly (what else was new?).
"I heard that…um…" Snape had forgotten what he was going to say to Smith before he cast the curse, so he decided to think fo something on the spot. "I heard that the Nutcracker is going to London this weekend. Aren't you going to London for the Lemon Festival thing?"
"Yeah," said Smith, grabbing some steak with his bare hands. Professor McGonagall looked at him in disgust and passed the tray to Professor Trelawny with a fake smile on her face. "I didn't hear about the ballet though. I'll go see it." Smith sighed and said, "I always wanted to be a ballerina…"
"Really?" said Snape "Well, then…" Snape raised his wand in the air and shouted the fist spell to put Smith in a tutu. "Tuiouculus!" Suddenly, Smith was wearing a tutu.
"Tanyuiculous!" Smith was wearing a tank top. "Buttermotorly Pinkio!" Smith had pink butterfly clips in his hair. "Pinkio Sparkulo!" Smith had pink sparkled in his hair. "Buncrucio!" Smith had his brown hair in a bun. "Tiptoeshoes!" Snith had ballerina slippers on his abnormally large feet.
"Wow! Thanks, pal!" exclaimed Smith, and hugged Snape. "Now I can join the circus!"
"Whoever said you weren't already part of it?" Snape called to Smith as he skipped away, singing "I'm A Barbie Girl."
Before Smith could exit the Great Hall, however, Dumbledore Apparated (spelling?) right in front of Smith and dragged him back to the HighTable. Then he dragged both Snape and Smith into the Entrance Hall.
"Listen, you two," said Dumbledore "I've had enough of your bickering. I usually don't do this to teachers…" Dumbledore sighed "But I believe this should stop before it gets out of hand. Follow me." Dumbledore walked toward the staircase. Snape and Smith followed him.
After quite a bit of walking, Dumbledore ushered them both into a room that was covered in yellow paint. Little butterflies were painted on there too. There was a yellow couch with butterfly shaped pillows, and two yellow beds on the opposite side of the room. There was also a mini-fridge.
"Welcome," said Dumbledore "To 'solitary' confinement."
