Me having fun. One of those things that happen while you're reading other
things. I don't remember which thing, but it was a Snape fic.
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In the Potions classroom, Snape sits at his desk, grading papers. He is smiling. The students sit down nervously. The bell rings.
Looking up from the papers, Snape speaks, and instantly everyone knows that they are twice as dead as they thought they were.
"Brew a Pharentos potion. Instructions are on page 459." Snape returns to his work.
With a rustling of parchment, the students turn to the assigned page. There they find a formula for the worst, most complicated, most irritating, highly useless potion they've ever seen staring back at them. It snickered a little. They begin complaining loudly to one another.
Irritated by the distracting chatter, Snape looks up from the paperwork. "Consider it a test... complete silence or points off."
Panicky quiet envelops the room.
Snape returns to studying the fascinating muggle artifact on his desk. Smirking to himself, he puts the tests he is supposed to be grading to the side. The unearthly glow from the contraption makes his face pale and unearthly.
Snape had finally found a way to write fanfiction during class.
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Yes, it's dweeby. I think it ended up in the wrong tense or something, and now it sounds strange. No, there will be no follow-up. If you want it, take it. I could care less.
~*~
In the Potions classroom, Snape sits at his desk, grading papers. He is smiling. The students sit down nervously. The bell rings.
Looking up from the papers, Snape speaks, and instantly everyone knows that they are twice as dead as they thought they were.
"Brew a Pharentos potion. Instructions are on page 459." Snape returns to his work.
With a rustling of parchment, the students turn to the assigned page. There they find a formula for the worst, most complicated, most irritating, highly useless potion they've ever seen staring back at them. It snickered a little. They begin complaining loudly to one another.
Irritated by the distracting chatter, Snape looks up from the paperwork. "Consider it a test... complete silence or points off."
Panicky quiet envelops the room.
Snape returns to studying the fascinating muggle artifact on his desk. Smirking to himself, he puts the tests he is supposed to be grading to the side. The unearthly glow from the contraption makes his face pale and unearthly.
Snape had finally found a way to write fanfiction during class.
~*~
Yes, it's dweeby. I think it ended up in the wrong tense or something, and now it sounds strange. No, there will be no follow-up. If you want it, take it. I could care less.