Chapter 8: Broken Snitched
Between Harry's defense lessons and potions classes, he got a good laugh. Professor Snape's personality had changed a great deal since he met Sunny.
Professor Snape was ten minutes late for class. He ran in, halfway singing (AN: I liked that in PS), "Sorry students! I'm late! We're making potions to cure rashes today, which will be an enjoyable and rewarding experience! Open your textbooks to page 152, and get out four teaspoons of cloves, electric eel eyes, and a pinch of tonka root! Drop the ingredients into the boiling water, in that order, and stir! Neville, tonka root after teh eel eyes! There! They should have purple smoke coming out the top. Good! 10 points to Gryffindor and 10 points to Slytherin!" Some of the Slytherins scowled. "Oh, let's not argue about who was better than who. This is supposed to be a learning experience!" Professor Snape let class out five minutes early as a treat.
"This is WEIRD," said Ron after class.
"I know," interjected Draco. "Snape is so much happier. It almost makes you think Sunny's good, but you know she's not."
I liked the old Snape better. He wasn't quite so... I dunno. Peppy," said Hermione.
"He just kind of buzzes around the room. Reminds you of a muggle cheerleader," Harry added. "It's annoying. He drives me crazy."
Just in case you're wondering as to Professor Salvini's attire during their defense lesson, he wore violet robes with lime green trim. "Oh, yes. I forgot to mention it- my favorite color is lime green. And since it's in Witch Weekly as the year's hottest color, I've put lime green trim on all of my clothes!" This frivolous action resulted in the sleeves of his robes being too long, causing him to spend the entire time trying to talk and neatly cuff his sleeves. Harry thought the moving photo on the pocket of a cutesy kitten in a witch hat with stars was hideous.
Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch was the following Saturday. Before the match, Harry and Draco shook hands.
"Good luck, Draco!"
"You, too."
The players mounted their brooms and flew off. Gryffindor easily scored fifty points with the quaffle early on, but play got rough. Fred was knocked of his broom by a bludger that almost hit Harry square in the face. Slytherin caught up in score quickly and an unfair call by Madame Hooch resulted in the new keeper, Seamus Finnigan, to be removed from play. A time out was called, and George attempted a protest, but couldn't get enough momentum from his teammates. So he simply smashed the bludger into the Slytherin keeper. Madame Hooch had never seen a situation like this arise, so the game was halted. Ultimately, the quaffle was removed from gameplay.
The sunlight glinted on something gold. The snitch! Harry and Draco both lunged toward it. Something that had never happened before happened before occured-- the snitch stalled in mid-air. Dead stopped.
"You take it," said Draco.
"No, honestly. I owe it to you," Harry argued.
"What is happening? The game appears to be at a standstill!" Lee Jordan called from the stands.
The snitch slowly started floating down and then began to drop like a rock. It was broken! Both seekers dove for it. Harry grasped the wing tightly and pulled hard. The whistle blew. "It appears both seekers have caught the snitch!" Harry felt dazed. Was it even possible? Dumbledore, the teachers, and the referee huddled together quietly and held a conference. A murmur rose from the crowd.
"Gryffindor and Slytherin have tied. Since this is the first time this has happened, we have determined that the game will be called a tie. However, the Department of Magical Games and Sports will announce next week what we will do if this happens again," Dumbledore announced. The crowd filled the air with a mixture of cheers and boos. Hufflepuff made up the majority of the people for the call.
Between Harry's defense lessons and potions classes, he got a good laugh. Professor Snape's personality had changed a great deal since he met Sunny.
Professor Snape was ten minutes late for class. He ran in, halfway singing (AN: I liked that in PS), "Sorry students! I'm late! We're making potions to cure rashes today, which will be an enjoyable and rewarding experience! Open your textbooks to page 152, and get out four teaspoons of cloves, electric eel eyes, and a pinch of tonka root! Drop the ingredients into the boiling water, in that order, and stir! Neville, tonka root after teh eel eyes! There! They should have purple smoke coming out the top. Good! 10 points to Gryffindor and 10 points to Slytherin!" Some of the Slytherins scowled. "Oh, let's not argue about who was better than who. This is supposed to be a learning experience!" Professor Snape let class out five minutes early as a treat.
"This is WEIRD," said Ron after class.
"I know," interjected Draco. "Snape is so much happier. It almost makes you think Sunny's good, but you know she's not."
I liked the old Snape better. He wasn't quite so... I dunno. Peppy," said Hermione.
"He just kind of buzzes around the room. Reminds you of a muggle cheerleader," Harry added. "It's annoying. He drives me crazy."
Just in case you're wondering as to Professor Salvini's attire during their defense lesson, he wore violet robes with lime green trim. "Oh, yes. I forgot to mention it- my favorite color is lime green. And since it's in Witch Weekly as the year's hottest color, I've put lime green trim on all of my clothes!" This frivolous action resulted in the sleeves of his robes being too long, causing him to spend the entire time trying to talk and neatly cuff his sleeves. Harry thought the moving photo on the pocket of a cutesy kitten in a witch hat with stars was hideous.
Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch was the following Saturday. Before the match, Harry and Draco shook hands.
"Good luck, Draco!"
"You, too."
The players mounted their brooms and flew off. Gryffindor easily scored fifty points with the quaffle early on, but play got rough. Fred was knocked of his broom by a bludger that almost hit Harry square in the face. Slytherin caught up in score quickly and an unfair call by Madame Hooch resulted in the new keeper, Seamus Finnigan, to be removed from play. A time out was called, and George attempted a protest, but couldn't get enough momentum from his teammates. So he simply smashed the bludger into the Slytherin keeper. Madame Hooch had never seen a situation like this arise, so the game was halted. Ultimately, the quaffle was removed from gameplay.
The sunlight glinted on something gold. The snitch! Harry and Draco both lunged toward it. Something that had never happened before happened before occured-- the snitch stalled in mid-air. Dead stopped.
"You take it," said Draco.
"No, honestly. I owe it to you," Harry argued.
"What is happening? The game appears to be at a standstill!" Lee Jordan called from the stands.
The snitch slowly started floating down and then began to drop like a rock. It was broken! Both seekers dove for it. Harry grasped the wing tightly and pulled hard. The whistle blew. "It appears both seekers have caught the snitch!" Harry felt dazed. Was it even possible? Dumbledore, the teachers, and the referee huddled together quietly and held a conference. A murmur rose from the crowd.
"Gryffindor and Slytherin have tied. Since this is the first time this has happened, we have determined that the game will be called a tie. However, the Department of Magical Games and Sports will announce next week what we will do if this happens again," Dumbledore announced. The crowd filled the air with a mixture of cheers and boos. Hufflepuff made up the majority of the people for the call.