"Weasley!" Snape barked from the front of the polar, dungeon classroom. "What are the effects of the," sigh, "love potion."
Ron Weasley suddenly burst out laughing, as well as the other students. He pounded his fist on the desk as he struggled to calm down. Just hearing Snape say the word 'love' was enough to make him break out into hysterics. Irritated with himself as well as the class, he slowly led his way over to the desk. He sat down and leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, just as Becky had taught him to do when he got angry. Anger management she called it. Albus had forced him to teach the love potion. He, of course, didn't see the need to teach such hormone-raged children the potion.
When he reached a state of contentment and calmness, the class had recovered and were now whispering amongst each other. Severus cleared his throat to cease the quiet chatter. All eyes were now on the relaxed Potions Master. Severus began to speak quietly, but loud enough that the students in the back caught every word.
"Tonight, you will write an essay on Love Potions. Include the steps, as well as the ingredients needed to concoct such a horrid potion," he stood up swiftly and continued, "And it shall be 8 inches long."
The class groaned and Severus replied quietly with ease, "If you want it to be 12 inches, so be it."
The students stifled their groans immediately as they stood up to leave.
"I thought so," Severus spat at the students filing out of the room. "And as for you Mr. Weasley," Ron was inches away from the door, but he ceased when he heard Snape address him coldly, "10 points from Gryfinndor for failing to answer the question."
Ron frowned at Snape and ran out of the room to catch up with his friends. Severus sighed again as he remembered what day it was. It was that wretched November 29th. His wretched birthday. He checked the watch on his wrist that Becky had gotten him in New York when she went to visit her parents, and realized it was almost time for him to be in his quarters. Becky had told him to be there at five. He hadn't the slightest idea of what she was up to, but he knew it was probably something that was going to be an embarrassment on his part. He suddenly pictured himself walking into his rooms, being scared stiff when all of the staff jump from behind his furniture yelling 'SURPRISE!' at the top of their lungs. He stared at the wall in horror as he thought of all the different gifts she might have waiting for him. But he wouldn't let Becky scare him, so he started off toward his rooms.
After her class, Becky ran to Dumbledore's office to pick up the dog. Albus had agreed to watch over the pooch until the end of classes. Becky found Albus reading in his armchair by the fire, the fluffy, white dog lying next to him. When Becky entered the room, Albus turned around to look at her, a big smile on his face.
"Hello, Becky," he cried with merry as he closed his book and stood up. "How are you?!"
"Great!" she said out of breath.
Becky then gazed at the furry dog that was now approaching her, his tail wagging quickly. "Do you think Severus will like her?"
Albus turned around to look at the trotting dog, his eyes twinkling madly as he said, "Oh, I would think so. She really is a sweetheart."
"Yes, she is," Becky cooed as she bent down to pet her.
She then attached a leash to the dog's collar, thanked Albus and left. She wasn't going to waist another minute chatting with Albus when she might be late for Severus' surprise.
Ron Weasley suddenly burst out laughing, as well as the other students. He pounded his fist on the desk as he struggled to calm down. Just hearing Snape say the word 'love' was enough to make him break out into hysterics. Irritated with himself as well as the class, he slowly led his way over to the desk. He sat down and leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, just as Becky had taught him to do when he got angry. Anger management she called it. Albus had forced him to teach the love potion. He, of course, didn't see the need to teach such hormone-raged children the potion.
When he reached a state of contentment and calmness, the class had recovered and were now whispering amongst each other. Severus cleared his throat to cease the quiet chatter. All eyes were now on the relaxed Potions Master. Severus began to speak quietly, but loud enough that the students in the back caught every word.
"Tonight, you will write an essay on Love Potions. Include the steps, as well as the ingredients needed to concoct such a horrid potion," he stood up swiftly and continued, "And it shall be 8 inches long."
The class groaned and Severus replied quietly with ease, "If you want it to be 12 inches, so be it."
The students stifled their groans immediately as they stood up to leave.
"I thought so," Severus spat at the students filing out of the room. "And as for you Mr. Weasley," Ron was inches away from the door, but he ceased when he heard Snape address him coldly, "10 points from Gryfinndor for failing to answer the question."
Ron frowned at Snape and ran out of the room to catch up with his friends. Severus sighed again as he remembered what day it was. It was that wretched November 29th. His wretched birthday. He checked the watch on his wrist that Becky had gotten him in New York when she went to visit her parents, and realized it was almost time for him to be in his quarters. Becky had told him to be there at five. He hadn't the slightest idea of what she was up to, but he knew it was probably something that was going to be an embarrassment on his part. He suddenly pictured himself walking into his rooms, being scared stiff when all of the staff jump from behind his furniture yelling 'SURPRISE!' at the top of their lungs. He stared at the wall in horror as he thought of all the different gifts she might have waiting for him. But he wouldn't let Becky scare him, so he started off toward his rooms.
After her class, Becky ran to Dumbledore's office to pick up the dog. Albus had agreed to watch over the pooch until the end of classes. Becky found Albus reading in his armchair by the fire, the fluffy, white dog lying next to him. When Becky entered the room, Albus turned around to look at her, a big smile on his face.
"Hello, Becky," he cried with merry as he closed his book and stood up. "How are you?!"
"Great!" she said out of breath.
Becky then gazed at the furry dog that was now approaching her, his tail wagging quickly. "Do you think Severus will like her?"
Albus turned around to look at the trotting dog, his eyes twinkling madly as he said, "Oh, I would think so. She really is a sweetheart."
"Yes, she is," Becky cooed as she bent down to pet her.
She then attached a leash to the dog's collar, thanked Albus and left. She wasn't going to waist another minute chatting with Albus when she might be late for Severus' surprise.