CHAPTER 12- SNAPE VS. SNAPE
Snape dragged Joe by the shirt collar to his office, taking him through the strangely quiet corridor. Joe wondered what was happening- he remembered Laura, and that was about all he cared about right now. Snape looked at him as if he was a piece of dirt and half-threw him into his circular office.
"So, Potter," he said angrily. "What was that I just saw?" Joe's eyes darted helplessly from wall to wall. Out of Snape's window he saw Laura sitting on the bench, he saw the lights from the ball (which, obviously, had struck up with rumours about Joe and Laura) and he saw the Sanbone Trio on the stage (just about).
Finally, Joe decided to take the sarcastic approach. He couldn't get in any more trouble, so why not make the most of what he'd got? "Oh, come on, Professor," he said coolly. "Thirty, maybe thirty-five years of experience AND a daughter? How did you get that daughter of yours if you didn't know what I." "SILENCE!" Snape roared, flicking saliva all over the place. Joe rolled his eyes. "Prof., could you try not to get spit all over my shirt?" he asked casually. Snape advanced on the boy, but from outside came the sound of footsteps.
A very flustered and hot Laura burst in through the door. She gasped at the scene before her, and ran in front of Joe, barring Snape's way. "What are you doing, little missy?" Snape asked her angrily. Joe walked forward, to her side. "What's it look like?" he said. Laura looked at him and shook her head. Joe looked back at her with puzzlement, then withdrew out of the door and ran back to the ball, reordering his shirt and tie, which were all over the place after the moment on the bench.
"Sticking up for him again, Laura?" Snape hissed. Laura could tell Snape was cooling down, although it was a definite promise that if he saw Joe again, Snape would grab a very large mallet and do something very nasty. Laura stared right through Snape. She wasn't going to take this anymore. "Listen, Dad. What happened tonight was no mistake, I guarantee you. If you're not willing to help us then I won't be a part of the family anymore!" With this she stomped out of the room to follow Joe back into the ball.
Snape dragged Joe by the shirt collar to his office, taking him through the strangely quiet corridor. Joe wondered what was happening- he remembered Laura, and that was about all he cared about right now. Snape looked at him as if he was a piece of dirt and half-threw him into his circular office.
"So, Potter," he said angrily. "What was that I just saw?" Joe's eyes darted helplessly from wall to wall. Out of Snape's window he saw Laura sitting on the bench, he saw the lights from the ball (which, obviously, had struck up with rumours about Joe and Laura) and he saw the Sanbone Trio on the stage (just about).
Finally, Joe decided to take the sarcastic approach. He couldn't get in any more trouble, so why not make the most of what he'd got? "Oh, come on, Professor," he said coolly. "Thirty, maybe thirty-five years of experience AND a daughter? How did you get that daughter of yours if you didn't know what I." "SILENCE!" Snape roared, flicking saliva all over the place. Joe rolled his eyes. "Prof., could you try not to get spit all over my shirt?" he asked casually. Snape advanced on the boy, but from outside came the sound of footsteps.
A very flustered and hot Laura burst in through the door. She gasped at the scene before her, and ran in front of Joe, barring Snape's way. "What are you doing, little missy?" Snape asked her angrily. Joe walked forward, to her side. "What's it look like?" he said. Laura looked at him and shook her head. Joe looked back at her with puzzlement, then withdrew out of the door and ran back to the ball, reordering his shirt and tie, which were all over the place after the moment on the bench.
"Sticking up for him again, Laura?" Snape hissed. Laura could tell Snape was cooling down, although it was a definite promise that if he saw Joe again, Snape would grab a very large mallet and do something very nasty. Laura stared right through Snape. She wasn't going to take this anymore. "Listen, Dad. What happened tonight was no mistake, I guarantee you. If you're not willing to help us then I won't be a part of the family anymore!" With this she stomped out of the room to follow Joe back into the ball.