CHAPTER 6- SNAPE'S ANNOYANCE
Laura and Joe had been quietly subdued since the incident, but they still met outside of classes to talk. "Heard about the Baron, then, Joe?" Laura muttered. "I was there, Laura," he said coldly. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Heads up, Joe, here comes my dad," Laura said.
Snape entered the corridor, looming over the first-years. He strolled along the row of little faces staring right back at him. "Do not do anything stupid, Laura," he hissed as he passed her. He went down the line until he found Joe, which wasn't hard because he was standing right behind Laura.
"Ahh. Joe Potter. Had a good time annoying Professor McGonagall last night, did we?" Joe looked at Snape. "Professor, I think you'll find that-ow!" He stopped abruptly upon receiving a kick in the shin from Laura. "Don't push yourself," she whispered.
They stepped inside the dungeon. It was a fairly roomy dungeon- shaped in a rectangular fashion, it had stone walls with slime trickling from cracks in the ceiling. However, it had never been designed to be a dungeon, Joe thought, as small hollows had been made for the desks and a whiteboard was screwed on that looked like it had been there for years. Snape moved toward this board.
"Now, Potions is a complex yet elaborate and very rewarding branch of magic. It is hard, I will admit, to brew such delicate arts, but it is a fine way of studying and an excellent method of demonstration. It does not dabble in all this jiggery-pokery with wands and fancy words and such. It creates a force so powerful that I could teach you to brew such things as disease, bottle fame and even put a stopper on death." he said mystically.
Snape took a pen and began to write in heavy gothic cursive. Joe began to take notes, but found that already, Snape was staring right at him. "Yes, Sir?" he said, standing up. Snape curled his upper lip. "Why are you in my class, Potter?" he asked coldly. "To learn, Sir," he said casually. "When I want you to write, I will tell you so. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," he said. Snape motioned for him to sit down.
"You are to make a Solving Solution. It can cure any wound except death, but if used improperly, can kill." Snape explained. "You will find a list of all ingredients in "Moste Potente Potions." You will need powdered spine of Grindylow, chopped root of Yggdrasil caterpillar, and essence of wolfsbane. Start!"
Joe and Laura were given the ingredients and Joe gave Laura half and took half himself. They emptied the ingredients into the cauldron, and the potion turned a nasty greyish colour, when Moste Potente Potions clearly indicated that it needed to be silver. "Reckon we'll get marks for that?" Laura muttered. "Dunno." Joe replied. At this point, the cauldron exploded.
Little flicks of potion flew everywhere and muffled screams could be heard from the other first-ears. Snape's face turned from an expression of complete bemusement into a look of severe anger. "Run!" Joe shouted, and together they ran, out of the cold and draughty dungeon out into the warm, refreshing corridor- where they bumped right into Professor McGonagall.
"What are you two doing, Potter, Snape?" she barked. "You should be in class," "Professor, we- ow!" Another kick from Laura meant he really should stop. "Fine! I will take you both back to class, and we can see what is the matter!" she shouted, and she frog-marched them both in the direction of the dungeon. "What the.?"
Laura and Joe had been quietly subdued since the incident, but they still met outside of classes to talk. "Heard about the Baron, then, Joe?" Laura muttered. "I was there, Laura," he said coldly. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Heads up, Joe, here comes my dad," Laura said.
Snape entered the corridor, looming over the first-years. He strolled along the row of little faces staring right back at him. "Do not do anything stupid, Laura," he hissed as he passed her. He went down the line until he found Joe, which wasn't hard because he was standing right behind Laura.
"Ahh. Joe Potter. Had a good time annoying Professor McGonagall last night, did we?" Joe looked at Snape. "Professor, I think you'll find that-ow!" He stopped abruptly upon receiving a kick in the shin from Laura. "Don't push yourself," she whispered.
They stepped inside the dungeon. It was a fairly roomy dungeon- shaped in a rectangular fashion, it had stone walls with slime trickling from cracks in the ceiling. However, it had never been designed to be a dungeon, Joe thought, as small hollows had been made for the desks and a whiteboard was screwed on that looked like it had been there for years. Snape moved toward this board.
"Now, Potions is a complex yet elaborate and very rewarding branch of magic. It is hard, I will admit, to brew such delicate arts, but it is a fine way of studying and an excellent method of demonstration. It does not dabble in all this jiggery-pokery with wands and fancy words and such. It creates a force so powerful that I could teach you to brew such things as disease, bottle fame and even put a stopper on death." he said mystically.
Snape took a pen and began to write in heavy gothic cursive. Joe began to take notes, but found that already, Snape was staring right at him. "Yes, Sir?" he said, standing up. Snape curled his upper lip. "Why are you in my class, Potter?" he asked coldly. "To learn, Sir," he said casually. "When I want you to write, I will tell you so. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," he said. Snape motioned for him to sit down.
"You are to make a Solving Solution. It can cure any wound except death, but if used improperly, can kill." Snape explained. "You will find a list of all ingredients in "Moste Potente Potions." You will need powdered spine of Grindylow, chopped root of Yggdrasil caterpillar, and essence of wolfsbane. Start!"
Joe and Laura were given the ingredients and Joe gave Laura half and took half himself. They emptied the ingredients into the cauldron, and the potion turned a nasty greyish colour, when Moste Potente Potions clearly indicated that it needed to be silver. "Reckon we'll get marks for that?" Laura muttered. "Dunno." Joe replied. At this point, the cauldron exploded.
Little flicks of potion flew everywhere and muffled screams could be heard from the other first-ears. Snape's face turned from an expression of complete bemusement into a look of severe anger. "Run!" Joe shouted, and together they ran, out of the cold and draughty dungeon out into the warm, refreshing corridor- where they bumped right into Professor McGonagall.
"What are you two doing, Potter, Snape?" she barked. "You should be in class," "Professor, we- ow!" Another kick from Laura meant he really should stop. "Fine! I will take you both back to class, and we can see what is the matter!" she shouted, and she frog-marched them both in the direction of the dungeon. "What the.?"