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"You will be brewing the Aging Potion for your exam." Severus Snape said silkily, prowling down the rows of desks, "I will be grading it on if you put the ingredients in the right order or not, and the thickness of it."
Severus Snape had long black robes that billowed out behind him as he walked. His eyes were like dark tunnels, cold and black, and his hair was shoulder-length, and was very greasy. The sneer playing on his thin lips showed he was going to be very hard on him that day.
A knock on the door, disturbed his talking. Muttering curses, Snape walked over and opened the door. "Hello, Sevvie, old boy! How have you been?" Sirius Black asked.
"You again?" Snape snarled sarcastically, "And let me guess, Lupin is with you?"
"Yes, I'm right here. How have you been, Severus?" Remus Lupin asked pleasantly. He had short brown hair, gray streaks going through it, even though he was only in his mid-thirties. His eyes were a smoky gray.
"Fine, before you showed up," Snape growled. Sirius laughed. He had black hair, and brown eyes, which were shining brightly.
"Still got that old grudge, eh Sev?" Sirius asked, grinning, "I got over it, why can't you?"
"Mind you both, I am trying to do a class, so would you PLEASE leave?" Snape asked. Remus' eyebrows rose up.
"Class? Oh!" Remus waved at the students, "Hello, Harry!"
"Hi, Remus!" Harry replied, along with Hermione and Ron. Snape rolled his eyes.
"If you must stay, go sit somewhere...away from the students!" he snapped, as Sirius was about to sit on a stool by Harry.
"Fine, geez," they said, walking over to Snape's desk. Ron and Harry looked at each other, and grinned.
When Snape moved away from them to look at the other potions, Harry and Ron started adding the ingredients, Hermione making her own. "I hope this works!" Ron hissed.
"Yeah...I don't feel like becoming old or something," Harry said. Ron snorted.
"I'm not THAT bad at potions, ya know..." he replied softly. Snape walked over, looking down his over-sized nose at them.
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, your potion is to thick," he sneered, dipping a spoon into it, and pulling some out. "Fix it!"
"Dumb old git," they muttered, before working on the potion. Ron motioned to Hermione that it was time, before getting up.
"I'll get more stuff for this potion..." he muttered, in case Snape was listening.
"No, no...I will," Harry sniggered, getting up. They both acting like they were arguing, when Ron accidentally (::cough::asif::cough::) knocked it over. It spilled over Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"What is going on!?" Snape howlered, as many of the students gasped or screamed. He looked over at them, and snarled.
"Sorry, Professor," they said, holding back from laughing, as they felt a sudden pain sweep through their bodies.
"You will be brewing the Aging Potion for your exam." Severus Snape said silkily, prowling down the rows of desks, "I will be grading it on if you put the ingredients in the right order or not, and the thickness of it."
Severus Snape had long black robes that billowed out behind him as he walked. His eyes were like dark tunnels, cold and black, and his hair was shoulder-length, and was very greasy. The sneer playing on his thin lips showed he was going to be very hard on him that day.
A knock on the door, disturbed his talking. Muttering curses, Snape walked over and opened the door. "Hello, Sevvie, old boy! How have you been?" Sirius Black asked.
"You again?" Snape snarled sarcastically, "And let me guess, Lupin is with you?"
"Yes, I'm right here. How have you been, Severus?" Remus Lupin asked pleasantly. He had short brown hair, gray streaks going through it, even though he was only in his mid-thirties. His eyes were a smoky gray.
"Fine, before you showed up," Snape growled. Sirius laughed. He had black hair, and brown eyes, which were shining brightly.
"Still got that old grudge, eh Sev?" Sirius asked, grinning, "I got over it, why can't you?"
"Mind you both, I am trying to do a class, so would you PLEASE leave?" Snape asked. Remus' eyebrows rose up.
"Class? Oh!" Remus waved at the students, "Hello, Harry!"
"Hi, Remus!" Harry replied, along with Hermione and Ron. Snape rolled his eyes.
"If you must stay, go sit somewhere...away from the students!" he snapped, as Sirius was about to sit on a stool by Harry.
"Fine, geez," they said, walking over to Snape's desk. Ron and Harry looked at each other, and grinned.
When Snape moved away from them to look at the other potions, Harry and Ron started adding the ingredients, Hermione making her own. "I hope this works!" Ron hissed.
"Yeah...I don't feel like becoming old or something," Harry said. Ron snorted.
"I'm not THAT bad at potions, ya know..." he replied softly. Snape walked over, looking down his over-sized nose at them.
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, your potion is to thick," he sneered, dipping a spoon into it, and pulling some out. "Fix it!"
"Dumb old git," they muttered, before working on the potion. Ron motioned to Hermione that it was time, before getting up.
"I'll get more stuff for this potion..." he muttered, in case Snape was listening.
"No, no...I will," Harry sniggered, getting up. They both acting like they were arguing, when Ron accidentally (::cough::asif::cough::) knocked it over. It spilled over Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"What is going on!?" Snape howlered, as many of the students gasped or screamed. He looked over at them, and snarled.
"Sorry, Professor," they said, holding back from laughing, as they felt a sudden pain sweep through their bodies.