N.B. Most of these characters are NOT owned by me.
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"Sporkle dung. the final ingredient to my potion. No more frizzy hair for me!" whispered Hermione as she doused the flames. She had concocted a potion to make her hair forever straight. Of course she wasn't going to use it straight away. No, she was going to take a small portion of it to the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Aleksandra Palovich. She was Russian but adored Hermione's learning ability. Hermione was going to take a bit of the potion that Professor Palovich had helped her make and ask her to test it before she used it. Slowly, she walked down the hall underneath Harry's Invisibility cloak. She had a small amount of Hairum Potion in her hand. She was just a staircase away when Peeves zoomed past her, the sound attracting Crookshanks, who was lurking in the shadows. Crookshanks knocked the jar out of her hand as Hermione yanked the cloak out of his way. The jar clanked o the wooden floor. "PEEEEVES!!!" "Filch!" Hermione moaned to herself as she ran to the common room.
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The sickly sweet smell of fermenting fruit greeted the fifth year Gryffindors at the top of the stairs leading to the potions classroom. Snape's anguished cry echoed up towards them quickly followed by a booming voice which the whole school must have heard. "All dungeons are to be evacuated immediately. All students are to return to their common rooms. Potions classes are cancelled until further notice." "That was Professor Dumbledore on the loud speaker." Hermione said softly to Harry and Ron. "Loud speaker. Of corse that's how he did that loud voice thing. "Ingenious." Ron said in a daze. "Only one thing 'Moine." "Mmm?" "What exactly is a loud speaker?"
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Harry sat in the best chair in front of the fire and bemusedly watched Hermione try to explain to Ron what a loud speaker was. Harry turned his head from Hermione, who was now using actions, to think about the Potions class being cancelled. He had asked Ron what he thought but Ron was just so happy that they didn't have Potions that he didn't care why it had happened. The common room was still humming with excitement about what had happened, and with Fred and Gorge leading the charge, no one could stop them. Not even Professor McGonagall who was standing in front of the portrait hole and smiling at the mayhem in front of her. "I heard he died" "Snape didn't die! He was trying to kill Harry and Professor Dumbledore stoped him." "You're all wrong!" Lee Jordan bellowed above them all, "I happen to know that Professor Snape is having a bad hair day. Filch picked up a jar of something he found on the ground and gave it to Snape. Snape figured out that it was a potion to do something to hair. He wanted to find out what was in it but when he was walking over to his cabinet, with the potion in hand, and tripped over piece of coal. Hermione? Any comments?"
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"Sporkle dung. the final ingredient to my potion. No more frizzy hair for me!" whispered Hermione as she doused the flames. She had concocted a potion to make her hair forever straight. Of course she wasn't going to use it straight away. No, she was going to take a small portion of it to the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Aleksandra Palovich. She was Russian but adored Hermione's learning ability. Hermione was going to take a bit of the potion that Professor Palovich had helped her make and ask her to test it before she used it. Slowly, she walked down the hall underneath Harry's Invisibility cloak. She had a small amount of Hairum Potion in her hand. She was just a staircase away when Peeves zoomed past her, the sound attracting Crookshanks, who was lurking in the shadows. Crookshanks knocked the jar out of her hand as Hermione yanked the cloak out of his way. The jar clanked o the wooden floor. "PEEEEVES!!!" "Filch!" Hermione moaned to herself as she ran to the common room.
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The sickly sweet smell of fermenting fruit greeted the fifth year Gryffindors at the top of the stairs leading to the potions classroom. Snape's anguished cry echoed up towards them quickly followed by a booming voice which the whole school must have heard. "All dungeons are to be evacuated immediately. All students are to return to their common rooms. Potions classes are cancelled until further notice." "That was Professor Dumbledore on the loud speaker." Hermione said softly to Harry and Ron. "Loud speaker. Of corse that's how he did that loud voice thing. "Ingenious." Ron said in a daze. "Only one thing 'Moine." "Mmm?" "What exactly is a loud speaker?"
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Harry sat in the best chair in front of the fire and bemusedly watched Hermione try to explain to Ron what a loud speaker was. Harry turned his head from Hermione, who was now using actions, to think about the Potions class being cancelled. He had asked Ron what he thought but Ron was just so happy that they didn't have Potions that he didn't care why it had happened. The common room was still humming with excitement about what had happened, and with Fred and Gorge leading the charge, no one could stop them. Not even Professor McGonagall who was standing in front of the portrait hole and smiling at the mayhem in front of her. "I heard he died" "Snape didn't die! He was trying to kill Harry and Professor Dumbledore stoped him." "You're all wrong!" Lee Jordan bellowed above them all, "I happen to know that Professor Snape is having a bad hair day. Filch picked up a jar of something he found on the ground and gave it to Snape. Snape figured out that it was a potion to do something to hair. He wanted to find out what was in it but when he was walking over to his cabinet, with the potion in hand, and tripped over piece of coal. Hermione? Any comments?"