The Potions lesson went as usual, with the occasional point deduction from
the Gryffindors, jibes at Harry, and sneers at the Gryffindors' potions. It
was as the students were slicing frog livers with newly sharpened knives
when Snape noticed Amy for the first time. He stopped at her and Seamus'
table and watched for a minute. "Ah, Amy Ripley. The new American."
Amy didn't look up, intent on taking her friends' advice to not let him get under her skin. She kept slicing, pretending she didn't hear him.
Snape continued, "I heard your father died." He had a slight sneer in his voice.
Amy stopped slicing and stared at the table. She gripped the knife so tight that her hand started to shake.
"He finally got what was coming to him, foolishly trying to take on four dark wizards at once."
THUD!
Amy's knife stood quivering on the tabletop, its sharp point buried no less then 2 inches in the dark wood. Seamus lay a restraining hand on her arm but she shook it off. Her voice was no more than a whisper, but in the silence of the room, everyone heard what she said. "Don't you dare."
"Dare what?" Snape said, his voice threatening.
Amy slowly stood and glared at Snape with such hatred and malice that he was forced to look away. "Don't you dare talk about my father. You're not fit to lick his feet."
Snape took a step backwards in surprise, but recovered quickly. He pointed a long finger at Amy.
"Detention, Ripley. And 20 points from Gryffindor. Never show such a sign of disrespect to a professor again."
"Oh, professor is it?" she asked, her voice dripping sarcasm. "I never would've thought."
"Make it 35 points. And never talk to me in a such a way again, or I will make sure you are suspended.or expelled. Class, clean up your things."
Everyone wordlessly rose and began cleaning up. Amy and seamus washed thir hands at the sink. He gave her a look.
"What?" she asked, more sharply than she meant. She was still in a very bad mood.
"You shouldn't have said that," he whispered. "He only wants a reason to take points away from Gryffindor."
"He talked about my father Seamus. He will NOT do that in my presence again. He can shove his remarks up his big fat-"
But where he should shove them she never had a chance to say, as suddenly she was shoved forcefully out of the way by Malfoy. Amy grabbed the sink to stop herself from falling and glared at him.
"Oh, didn't see you there," he said casually, sticking his hands under the faucet she was using only a moment before.
"Do us all a favor Malfoy.and kill yourself," Amy said dryly. She was in no mood to banter with words or argue with anyone at the moment. She was still seething with anger.
Amy didn't look up, intent on taking her friends' advice to not let him get under her skin. She kept slicing, pretending she didn't hear him.
Snape continued, "I heard your father died." He had a slight sneer in his voice.
Amy stopped slicing and stared at the table. She gripped the knife so tight that her hand started to shake.
"He finally got what was coming to him, foolishly trying to take on four dark wizards at once."
THUD!
Amy's knife stood quivering on the tabletop, its sharp point buried no less then 2 inches in the dark wood. Seamus lay a restraining hand on her arm but she shook it off. Her voice was no more than a whisper, but in the silence of the room, everyone heard what she said. "Don't you dare."
"Dare what?" Snape said, his voice threatening.
Amy slowly stood and glared at Snape with such hatred and malice that he was forced to look away. "Don't you dare talk about my father. You're not fit to lick his feet."
Snape took a step backwards in surprise, but recovered quickly. He pointed a long finger at Amy.
"Detention, Ripley. And 20 points from Gryffindor. Never show such a sign of disrespect to a professor again."
"Oh, professor is it?" she asked, her voice dripping sarcasm. "I never would've thought."
"Make it 35 points. And never talk to me in a such a way again, or I will make sure you are suspended.or expelled. Class, clean up your things."
Everyone wordlessly rose and began cleaning up. Amy and seamus washed thir hands at the sink. He gave her a look.
"What?" she asked, more sharply than she meant. She was still in a very bad mood.
"You shouldn't have said that," he whispered. "He only wants a reason to take points away from Gryffindor."
"He talked about my father Seamus. He will NOT do that in my presence again. He can shove his remarks up his big fat-"
But where he should shove them she never had a chance to say, as suddenly she was shoved forcefully out of the way by Malfoy. Amy grabbed the sink to stop herself from falling and glared at him.
"Oh, didn't see you there," he said casually, sticking his hands under the faucet she was using only a moment before.
"Do us all a favor Malfoy.and kill yourself," Amy said dryly. She was in no mood to banter with words or argue with anyone at the moment. She was still seething with anger.