If Severus had thought the night was horrible with its constant
chattering with the lights on and hexes flying everywhere; he was in for an
excruciating morning. He awoke with a big pink bow in his greasy black
hair, pink and purple fingernails, and blue toenails. Guess the others
had fun last night.
Severus didn't find out about these things until he slowly dragged
himself into the boys restroom. Prefect Ralston was standing there washing
his face.
"Eh? Lad, you do know you look like a girl. right?" he said with a
concerned face.
Severus looked in the mirror. He went ghost white, even whiter than
usual. "OH THOSE GITS ARE SO DEAD!" He ripped the bow out of his hair,
ripped his wand out of his pocket, got rid of the finger paint, and ran off
to go hex his roommates. "What did I ever do to them!? God damn!"
He found some of his roommates sitting near the fire in the common
room laughing, no doubt about Severus. Now that Ethan was on his nerves,
the other boy sitting with him, Stephen, was too.
"YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS FUNNY!?" Severus was huffing and looking quite
dangerous with his wand at hand. "Prefect Ralston thought I was INSANE!"
The two boys looked over at him. "We have no idea what you're
talking about," they slyly said with a smirk. They didn't loose their
smirk even when Severus pointed his wand at them.
"Look behind you," came a deep voice from behind Severus. Anyone could guess it was Professor Blogwood.
Severus turned cautiously around. "Ehh.. Hello Professor Blogwood. Wonderful morning isn't it?" he squeaked. Oh God I'm in sooo much trouble. Snape thought to himself. "Explain Snape," he boomed while glaring down at him. All that came out was a few stammering words. "I. Uhh. but. ih-" "We just Wanted to see his wand Professor. That's all," piped out Ethan. What the Hell? He was sticking up for Severus? "Yeah, we asked him to hand us his wand so we could try and guess what wood and core it had. It's our new guessing game," this time from Stephen. Was the world turning up-side down or something, or was Severus dreaming? Professor Blogwood got in one more glare and walked off. This event made Severus blink in confusion. "Why? Did you just stand up for me?" At this moment Severus could scarcely believe his ears. The two looked at each other for an answer and shrugged.
"Don't know. Just in the humour that's all," answered Ethan and following that, a nod from Stephen. He stared at them suspiciously for a moment. "Well. uh. DON'T MAKE ME LOOK GIRLY AGAIN! OR! Or.. I'll. I'll. CRUCIO YOU!"
"Ooooo. A threat. So frightening." Ethan rolled his eyes and started talking about how girls were like chickens with Stephen. This had probably been their previous conversation, and not about Snape. Poor little orphan Severus, he was filled with humiliation. It was now Breakfast time so he went up to the Great Hall for some grub. The Hall was filled with sunshine gleaming down from the ceiling. Yet again there was immense chatter. The Great Hall was much prettier in the morning; you could see more. He saw over by the Slytherin table Professor Blogwood handing out small papers, most likely schedules, to people. Severus sat down and in a few minutes received his schedule. He looked it over as he ate some fruit, bacon, and eggs. In the Tuesday column, the schedule read:
Class 1 History of Magic Prof. Binns HufflePuff Class 2 Potions Prof. Blogwood Gryffindor Class 3 Potions Prof. Blogwood Gryffindor Lunch Great Hall N/A N/A Class 4 Herbology Prof. Vine Ravenclaw Class 5 Transfiguration Prof. McGonagall Gryffindor Class 6 Charms Prof. Noyes HufflePuff
Severus looked it over carefully, folded it up, and stuffed it in his pocket. He continued eating until it was time to go to his first lesson. He stood and shuffled out, following the rest of the first year Slytherins to History of Magic.
"Look behind you," came a deep voice from behind Severus. Anyone could guess it was Professor Blogwood.
Severus turned cautiously around. "Ehh.. Hello Professor Blogwood. Wonderful morning isn't it?" he squeaked. Oh God I'm in sooo much trouble. Snape thought to himself. "Explain Snape," he boomed while glaring down at him. All that came out was a few stammering words. "I. Uhh. but. ih-" "We just Wanted to see his wand Professor. That's all," piped out Ethan. What the Hell? He was sticking up for Severus? "Yeah, we asked him to hand us his wand so we could try and guess what wood and core it had. It's our new guessing game," this time from Stephen. Was the world turning up-side down or something, or was Severus dreaming? Professor Blogwood got in one more glare and walked off. This event made Severus blink in confusion. "Why? Did you just stand up for me?" At this moment Severus could scarcely believe his ears. The two looked at each other for an answer and shrugged.
"Don't know. Just in the humour that's all," answered Ethan and following that, a nod from Stephen. He stared at them suspiciously for a moment. "Well. uh. DON'T MAKE ME LOOK GIRLY AGAIN! OR! Or.. I'll. I'll. CRUCIO YOU!"
"Ooooo. A threat. So frightening." Ethan rolled his eyes and started talking about how girls were like chickens with Stephen. This had probably been their previous conversation, and not about Snape. Poor little orphan Severus, he was filled with humiliation. It was now Breakfast time so he went up to the Great Hall for some grub. The Hall was filled with sunshine gleaming down from the ceiling. Yet again there was immense chatter. The Great Hall was much prettier in the morning; you could see more. He saw over by the Slytherin table Professor Blogwood handing out small papers, most likely schedules, to people. Severus sat down and in a few minutes received his schedule. He looked it over as he ate some fruit, bacon, and eggs. In the Tuesday column, the schedule read:
Class 1 History of Magic Prof. Binns HufflePuff Class 2 Potions Prof. Blogwood Gryffindor Class 3 Potions Prof. Blogwood Gryffindor Lunch Great Hall N/A N/A Class 4 Herbology Prof. Vine Ravenclaw Class 5 Transfiguration Prof. McGonagall Gryffindor Class 6 Charms Prof. Noyes HufflePuff
Severus looked it over carefully, folded it up, and stuffed it in his pocket. He continued eating until it was time to go to his first lesson. He stood and shuffled out, following the rest of the first year Slytherins to History of Magic.