Kat's mind suddenly became clear of pain.
"What on earth is quidditch?!"
She raised her eyebrows and gave him a look as if she had absolutely no clue. He dropped a book and stood in the middle of the field, in awe. He picked up his book after a few seconds of standing there with his mouth hanging open.
"WHAT!" He yelled, but really didn't mean it. He covered his mouth with his hand.
"You have NEVER seen quidditch before?"
"Not once."
He started to walk again. He began to talk faster than he was thinking.
"Quidditch is a sport played by the magic folk. It's played on broomstick, there are three different types of balls--Ó His Scottish accent tied the words together making it sound like he was speaking a different language.
"Chill out a second! Go slower, and talk clearer this time. I didn't pick up anything of what you said, your accent didn't help either. Then again, I probably sound slow to you." She was showing a sign of interest, after all, she did love flying.
"Sorry. I'll start again. It's played on broomstick with four balls. The blugers try to knock you outta the air, the beaters hit them toward the other team to make them steer off course. The quaffle is the other type of ball, the chasers, each team has three, pass the quaffle around and try to get it into one of the three hoops. The keeper on each team, they guard the rings."
"Umm... you said there were four balls. That's three."
"The last ball is the golden snitch. Its a small ball, about the size of a muggle golf ball, and it flies around the field bloody fast, and the seeker on each team tries to catch it before the other team. When you catch it your team gets 150 points, and you most likely, win the game."
"So, the beaters bat around the blugers, the chasers try to score with the quaffle, and the seeker tries to catch the snitch. Got it."
"And the keeper guards the rings." He added, immediately.
"And the keeper defends the goals." She was confused at all this talk, but she decided to go along with it.
They entered the common room, dimly lit with the red flames coming from the fireplace. Wood walked down the hallway, Kat following, and they went into their dorms. Anju was already asleep. She sat down on her bed and pulled her journal out from underneath her bed. She wrote about her peculiar day, and of course, about Oliver Wood. Her eyelids got heavier as she dipped the quill into the inkwell, and closed her journal.
She awoke the next morning with a minor headache, but otherwise, she felt fine. She grabbed her books, her journal, and her quills, and went into the common room. Everyone was at breakfast. She looked at the clock, she might as well just head to class, and breakfast was no longer being served. She heard the bell ring, and the hallways rumbled with students. She fled the common room, heading down to potions. The room was very fogged up, and she spotted a few Slytherins sitting in the midst. Snape appeared in front of her, glaring.
"You will be sitting at this table from now on." He pointed to the oldest, most destroyed table of the lot, and Kat pulled out the dusty stool. She dusted it off and sat down. Anju came in a minute later, being assigned a spot across the room from Kat. Soon, the room was filled.
"Today we will be working with wormwort. You will begin by taking a sample off the front table and putting it onto your tray. You will then take the knives from your mixing area and slice them into small portions. I want complete perfection. You have twenty minutes. Get going!" He sounded very low and annoyed.
Kat got up and got the wormwort, the knife, and sat down. Wormwort was green and sticky, it looked just like it sounded. She cut the pieces, slowly, but accurately. Snape came around to her table. He had a gnarly look upon his dark face.
"I do remember asking you to cut these into two inch squares. These are huge; they must be three inches or more. This is horrible work. Lowest marks to you, Miss Aburne. If you listen next time, maybe you'll do a little better," His eyes came upon Kat's stack of books. The journal was open, and her quill was sticking out of the binding. "Well, well, well. Writing notes during my class? I don't think so."
He grabbed her journal. Kat stood up.
"HEY! That's MINE!" She looked amazed at what Snape had just done. She marched to the other side where Snape stood.
"That is my property! Give it back!"
"Well, if you think I cannot take it, you are wrong. You disobeyed one of my class rules by writing notes during class. I can go to my own course of action at this point." He took the journal, and threw it in a drawer, and slammed it shut. The whole class was silent.
"I cannot believe Snape would go that far!" Anju said.
Kat had her head down on the table, trying not to cry.
"I'm ruined!" She muttered.
"Listen, Snape won't go as far as reading it, I mean, he doesn't even bother reading up on the assignments he gives us for homework. The guy is a slacker." She took a roll from the bowl and took a bite.
"So, you do not think he will read it?" She raised her head.
Snape walked down the hallway and into the Great Hall. He tapped Oliver on the shoulder. He got up, and followed him down the hall. Snape closed his office door.
"What on earth is quidditch?!"
She raised her eyebrows and gave him a look as if she had absolutely no clue. He dropped a book and stood in the middle of the field, in awe. He picked up his book after a few seconds of standing there with his mouth hanging open.
"WHAT!" He yelled, but really didn't mean it. He covered his mouth with his hand.
"You have NEVER seen quidditch before?"
"Not once."
He started to walk again. He began to talk faster than he was thinking.
"Quidditch is a sport played by the magic folk. It's played on broomstick, there are three different types of balls--Ó His Scottish accent tied the words together making it sound like he was speaking a different language.
"Chill out a second! Go slower, and talk clearer this time. I didn't pick up anything of what you said, your accent didn't help either. Then again, I probably sound slow to you." She was showing a sign of interest, after all, she did love flying.
"Sorry. I'll start again. It's played on broomstick with four balls. The blugers try to knock you outta the air, the beaters hit them toward the other team to make them steer off course. The quaffle is the other type of ball, the chasers, each team has three, pass the quaffle around and try to get it into one of the three hoops. The keeper on each team, they guard the rings."
"Umm... you said there were four balls. That's three."
"The last ball is the golden snitch. Its a small ball, about the size of a muggle golf ball, and it flies around the field bloody fast, and the seeker on each team tries to catch it before the other team. When you catch it your team gets 150 points, and you most likely, win the game."
"So, the beaters bat around the blugers, the chasers try to score with the quaffle, and the seeker tries to catch the snitch. Got it."
"And the keeper guards the rings." He added, immediately.
"And the keeper defends the goals." She was confused at all this talk, but she decided to go along with it.
They entered the common room, dimly lit with the red flames coming from the fireplace. Wood walked down the hallway, Kat following, and they went into their dorms. Anju was already asleep. She sat down on her bed and pulled her journal out from underneath her bed. She wrote about her peculiar day, and of course, about Oliver Wood. Her eyelids got heavier as she dipped the quill into the inkwell, and closed her journal.
She awoke the next morning with a minor headache, but otherwise, she felt fine. She grabbed her books, her journal, and her quills, and went into the common room. Everyone was at breakfast. She looked at the clock, she might as well just head to class, and breakfast was no longer being served. She heard the bell ring, and the hallways rumbled with students. She fled the common room, heading down to potions. The room was very fogged up, and she spotted a few Slytherins sitting in the midst. Snape appeared in front of her, glaring.
"You will be sitting at this table from now on." He pointed to the oldest, most destroyed table of the lot, and Kat pulled out the dusty stool. She dusted it off and sat down. Anju came in a minute later, being assigned a spot across the room from Kat. Soon, the room was filled.
"Today we will be working with wormwort. You will begin by taking a sample off the front table and putting it onto your tray. You will then take the knives from your mixing area and slice them into small portions. I want complete perfection. You have twenty minutes. Get going!" He sounded very low and annoyed.
Kat got up and got the wormwort, the knife, and sat down. Wormwort was green and sticky, it looked just like it sounded. She cut the pieces, slowly, but accurately. Snape came around to her table. He had a gnarly look upon his dark face.
"I do remember asking you to cut these into two inch squares. These are huge; they must be three inches or more. This is horrible work. Lowest marks to you, Miss Aburne. If you listen next time, maybe you'll do a little better," His eyes came upon Kat's stack of books. The journal was open, and her quill was sticking out of the binding. "Well, well, well. Writing notes during my class? I don't think so."
He grabbed her journal. Kat stood up.
"HEY! That's MINE!" She looked amazed at what Snape had just done. She marched to the other side where Snape stood.
"That is my property! Give it back!"
"Well, if you think I cannot take it, you are wrong. You disobeyed one of my class rules by writing notes during class. I can go to my own course of action at this point." He took the journal, and threw it in a drawer, and slammed it shut. The whole class was silent.
"I cannot believe Snape would go that far!" Anju said.
Kat had her head down on the table, trying not to cry.
"I'm ruined!" She muttered.
"Listen, Snape won't go as far as reading it, I mean, he doesn't even bother reading up on the assignments he gives us for homework. The guy is a slacker." She took a roll from the bowl and took a bite.
"So, you do not think he will read it?" She raised her head.
Snape walked down the hallway and into the Great Hall. He tapped Oliver on the shoulder. He got up, and followed him down the hall. Snape closed his office door.