Chapter 6
It Rolls Around the World
Another Smith Song (though shorter than the last one)
A/N: I don't own Smile and Say Hello. I also don't own Snape's line to the first years. I own Marissa Grouch, Holly Eisenhower, Mitchell Phoenix, Scott MilkyWay, and Chris Grizzly.
Snape smirked as he exited the Great Hall after breakfast (A/N: Hey, I said NO MORE breakfast, but I had to mention it! No more after this! I promise!) and headed to his classroom. He stopped halfway and ran up to the third floor to go change his robes.
He ran up to his portrait of the surfer dude, who had removed his beanie cap and had given it to the painting across the hall.
"Password, dude?" asked the surfer.
Snape started to sing a song "Smile and say hello-everywhere you go! Smile and say hello everywhere you go!"
The surfer dude smiled bigger and swung forward to admit him. Snape climbed into the portrait hole and ran toward his bedroom.
Snape threw on one of his black robes and ran toward his classroom.
Everyone was already there, talking and giggling. It was a couple of first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.
"There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class," he declared as he strode into the room.
"Um, Professor Snake?" said a tiny voice in the corner of the room. The tiny voice belonged to Holly Eisenhower, a Hufflepuff. She was raising her hand.
"Yes?" Snape sighed. He hated it when people interrupted his speeches and also got his name wrong.
"You…you…you told us that speech…the first day of the year," said Holly, her tiny voice even tinier.
"Oh, yes," said Snape, suddenly remembering. "Thank you, Miss Eisenhower. Five points from Hufflepuff." Holly looked flabbergasted, but Snape paid no attention to this and gave the class instructions.
"Today, we will learn about the Scale Potion," bellowed Snape "This potion will turn your skin not into skin, or scaly skin, but into scales." The class looked confused. Snape sighed "Can't you get what I'm trying to tell you?" A couple of Ravenclaws shook their heads.
"Mr. Grizzly!" Snape shouted suddenly, turning to a cowering Hufflepuff. His name was Chris Grizzly. (A/N: Based on one of my friends Chris. His last name isn't Grizzly, though.) He was tall and shy and never talked to anybody except for his best friend, Scott MilkyWay. (A/N: Based on my friend Chris' best friend, who is my friend and…oh, never mind.)
"Y-yes, sir?" mumbled Chris.
"Tell me, Grizzly, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" asked Snape, standing over Chris like a threat to his life.
"Um…you would get…um…" Chris appeared to be thinking hard. Of course, he wasn't (Snape doesn't know this), he knew the answer, but he didn't want to come off as a show-off (smart kid).
"The Draft of the Living Dead?" asked Chris, pretending to be uncertain.
"Grizzly, where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" asked Snape.
"Um…the stomach of a goat? I think…it's used to…um…it will protect you from most poisons, or something like that, I think." said Chris, not making eye contact with Snape.
"And, Grizzly, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" asked Snape.
"Um…I think they're the same plant, also known as aconite." muttered Chris, still staring at the floor.
"Very good, Mr.Grizzly," said Snape with approval. He moved onto the next student.
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Later, at lunch (A/N: Ha! See? I told you!) Snape walked into the Great Hall. Smith waved wildly to him, waving his bag in the air. Snape noticed it was a new bag. Snape sat next to Smith and took a closer look at the handbag. It was lemon yellow, and it had lemon ornaments hanging from the edges.
"Very lemon fresh," commented Snape, and took a bite of a hamburger. It was a Muggle Feast today. Some of the Slytherins didn't look too happy. Draco Malfoy was complaining loudly to his friends Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone could hear what he was saying, and some Muggle-borns were glaring at him, eyes full of distaste.
"So, pal!" Smith nearly shouted. "You get my present?"
"What present?" asked Snape. Suddenly, a brown barn owl dropped a package on his lap. It was large and round. Snape was curious and unwrapped it slowly. It was a-
"Beach ball!" bellowed Smith at the top of his lungs, beaming at him. Then, for no reason, Smith waved his arms in the air. He got up and a spotlight turned on.
"Here we go," said Snape, as Smith started prancing around, swishing his auburn robes.
La la la la laIt rolls around the world
La la la la la And everyone is playingLa la la la la
It rolls around the world
La la la la la
It is my beach ball
Just like la la la la la
It rolls around the world
Just like my brother is a fraud
And like my mother is broad
La la la la la
It rolls around the world
WWN is playing songs
And everyone is singing
La la la la la
It rolls around the world
Just la la la la la
My head is banging against the
La la la la la
It rolls around the world!
Suddenly, Smith started rolling all over the floor, giggling insanely.
"STOP!" shouted Snape, laughing as he hurried over to Smith picked him up by the arms. They were both laughing like idiots. Everyone was staring at them. Snape was aware that Malfoy was muttering under his breath "This is so embarrassing," but Snape didn't care. He was having a grand old time.
After they both stopped laughing, everyone stopped staring at them and continued eating lunch. Smith and Snape looked at each other and burst out laughing again. No one noticed this time. (A/N: This happens all the time with my friends and me.)
They continued to giggle long after lunch was over, when they both realized they had classes to teach and they scurried off, still chuckling, but covering their mouths to muffle the sound.
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Snape entered the classroom, trying to hide the fact that he was smiling. This time, it was third year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
"Now," he said, choking back his laughter. "Today…" Suddenly, a girl named Marissa Grouch took two Pringles (A/N: My disclaimer- don't want Pringles, don't own Pringles. Got it?) and put them in her mouth in a certain way, so that she looked like a duck. Her friend Mitchell Phoenix quacked loudly.
That was the last straw. Snape burst out laughing. He couldn't control himself. He was rolling around on the floor, laughing himself hoarse. The joke wasn't even that funny, but Snape didn't care. He continued to laugh during the whole lesson. When the bell rang, Snape headed to Dumbledore's office, planning to ask him for the day off because he was so giggly; almost anything could set him off. To add to that, Fred and George Weasley were in his next class, and they were jokesters. He wouldn't be able to survive that class.
"Fizzing Whizbees!" Snape told the gargoyle. It jumped aside and Snape entered.
"Enter, if you dare," said Dumbledore. Snape entered, trying to hold back the giggles that were residing in his stomach.
"Headmaster," said Snape. "I am feeling quite…strange…today. May I take the day off?"
"Of course, Severus," replied Dumbledore, stroking his beard. "Until you feel better…" Dumbledore waved his hand towards the door.
'Thank you, Headmaster." Snape bowed and rushed down the stairs and into his quarters, where he collapsed on his bed, laughing hysterically.
A/N: That is the end of another chapter! Were you surprised at what happened? I surprised myself, actually…I didn't think I was going to write that… oh well. More coming soon!
