CHAPTER 4- SNAPE'S THREAT
Laura was led through a dingy corridor with cobwebs in the corners. Snape passed Filch's office, McGonagall's office and finally. "My office," he said coolly. He led Laura into the office and beckoned for her to sit down on one of the armchairs. They were squashy, comfortable armchairs, but the chairs hardly fitted the office. The walls were painted black and there was what horribly looked like real skeletons hanging off the walls. The office had no windows, and it was designed in a circular fashion. "So, young Laura, why did you do that to Mr Weasley?" Snape asked, sitting back in the chair he was seated in. He let Laura explain, or rather gave her time to.
She didn't like the air hanging around the room; it made her feel sick. It was one of disturbance and tension, and yet Snape seemed to like being here. "I'm waiting, Miss Snape," he said coldly. She took a deep breath, and said, "He was dissing mum, Da- I mean Sir, and I had to go and smack him one, I had to!" she shouted. She paused- for one she needed air, and for another she wanted to see the effect she was having on Snape. She saw a look of horror first, then sarcasm, then finally anger. "You have crossed the line, Laura. I do not tolerate behaviour like that. However, although I regret it, it is the school policy to let the first- years get away with one act of mischief. Just one, however, Laura, and it is my duty to inform you that stepping out of line once more will result in further loss of points and a detention. Do I make myself clear?" he hissed. Laura balled her hands into fists. "Yes Sir." she muttered.
Just as she was about to leave, McGonagall ran through the door with the Sorting Hat in her hands. "Severus!" she gasped. Snape looked in her direction. "Yes, Minerva?" he replied. She straightened up, and tried to make herself look a little more respectable. "The child has not been sorted," she said stiffly. "She has, I have just told her that she will get detention if she does it again," Snape said in an icy voice. "No, I mean Sorted! Into the houses!" she said angrily. "Ah, yes. Minerva, if you will," he said. She gave Laura the hat, who put it on her head. The hat seemed to do some thinking, before finally shouting, "SLYTHERIN!" McGonagall put her hands over her ears. "Old-Man Bucket! Keep it down in there!" she whispered to the hat. The hat shook, and out popped a small blue imp. It had a yellow light on its head and very squashed features. "Sorry, I get paid for yellin'!" it said. It popped itself back into the hat and seemed to stay there. So, Laura was in Slytherin. That meant she couldn't see that boy from Gryffindor anymore. Snape seemed to read her thoughts. "Do not associate with any Gryffindors. You have been warned, little lady."
Laura was led through a dingy corridor with cobwebs in the corners. Snape passed Filch's office, McGonagall's office and finally. "My office," he said coolly. He led Laura into the office and beckoned for her to sit down on one of the armchairs. They were squashy, comfortable armchairs, but the chairs hardly fitted the office. The walls were painted black and there was what horribly looked like real skeletons hanging off the walls. The office had no windows, and it was designed in a circular fashion. "So, young Laura, why did you do that to Mr Weasley?" Snape asked, sitting back in the chair he was seated in. He let Laura explain, or rather gave her time to.
She didn't like the air hanging around the room; it made her feel sick. It was one of disturbance and tension, and yet Snape seemed to like being here. "I'm waiting, Miss Snape," he said coldly. She took a deep breath, and said, "He was dissing mum, Da- I mean Sir, and I had to go and smack him one, I had to!" she shouted. She paused- for one she needed air, and for another she wanted to see the effect she was having on Snape. She saw a look of horror first, then sarcasm, then finally anger. "You have crossed the line, Laura. I do not tolerate behaviour like that. However, although I regret it, it is the school policy to let the first- years get away with one act of mischief. Just one, however, Laura, and it is my duty to inform you that stepping out of line once more will result in further loss of points and a detention. Do I make myself clear?" he hissed. Laura balled her hands into fists. "Yes Sir." she muttered.
Just as she was about to leave, McGonagall ran through the door with the Sorting Hat in her hands. "Severus!" she gasped. Snape looked in her direction. "Yes, Minerva?" he replied. She straightened up, and tried to make herself look a little more respectable. "The child has not been sorted," she said stiffly. "She has, I have just told her that she will get detention if she does it again," Snape said in an icy voice. "No, I mean Sorted! Into the houses!" she said angrily. "Ah, yes. Minerva, if you will," he said. She gave Laura the hat, who put it on her head. The hat seemed to do some thinking, before finally shouting, "SLYTHERIN!" McGonagall put her hands over her ears. "Old-Man Bucket! Keep it down in there!" she whispered to the hat. The hat shook, and out popped a small blue imp. It had a yellow light on its head and very squashed features. "Sorry, I get paid for yellin'!" it said. It popped itself back into the hat and seemed to stay there. So, Laura was in Slytherin. That meant she couldn't see that boy from Gryffindor anymore. Snape seemed to read her thoughts. "Do not associate with any Gryffindors. You have been warned, little lady."