A/N Hello faithful readers! (hears crickets chirp) Well, if I have anyone
reading this, hi! Guess what! I found this neat little blue and purple
button at the bottom of the page! And do you know what that button does? It
allows you to make comments on the story, which at very least tells the
author that some one is reading. I got zero reviews for the last chapter.
Is anyone out there? I don't have a lot of time right now, it's getting
late and I have a quiz tomorrow that I still haven't read the material on
and I have a cold and …
(Snape comes out: "Get on with it") Any way, review, criticize, wish me luck on my quiz, tell me to get better soon, tell me to spare you all my efforts and quit writing all together… (Snape clears his throat). This whole story will be Snapes POV and the same disclaimer for the whole story.
The First Class
I chose to skip breakfast the next day to go over the plans for the first lesson. The first potion was to be an elementary sleeping draught (A/N I checked the book, they don't mention what the first potion is so I am using this one.). Even five-year-olds should be able to do this properly but somehow year after year students fail miserably at it. I walked into the classroom to make sure everything was in order for twenty first years and their familiars (A/N I don't know if animals are allowed in the class room but can think of two specific instances in the books were Neville's toad in mentioned in the class room so I'm saying they are, with the exception of owls which are kept in the owlrys.) After satisfying myself that all was in order and I had another twenty minutes until students showed I sat down to review the potion in the book. Fifteen years and I'm still using the same book. "Magical Draughts and Potions". Maybe I should make sure there aren't any better on the market.
I was absorbed in my thoughts until a surprisingly cheerful voice called out, "Good Morning, Professor!" I was so startled I nearly fell out of my seat. Even Slytherins usually aren't cheerful towards my lessons or me and the other houses tend to flat out despise both. I looked up to see the same girl I had met in the corridors the night before. She couldn't Slytherin or I would have seen her before. She had to be a Griffindor. That surprised me. She hadn't seemed too brave the night before. She was still standing there smiling at me. I glared at her but her smile only got bigger. "I see you are in as good a mood as ever, Professor." She added. Fortunately she then took her seat. I noticed a lean black cat following her. I hadn't gotten a look at her the night before. She was a pale thing with hair almost as black as mine. Her eyes were brown. The combination making her appear washed out. Well, she certainly wasn't a raving beauty. Other students started to file in. Most cast an apprehensive look at me before taking their seats. Finally all had taken their seats and it was almost time to begin. Strangely enough the only person sitting alone was that strange girl. Apparently other people thought her as disgustingly cheerful as I did. It was time to call role. (A/N I cannot think up names. It took me forever to name my character. I will only name others as they become important.) The strange girl's name turned out to be Sophia Goldstone (A/N Sophia is Latin for wisdom). I was going to have to teach her that I am not to be trifled with. It would mean setting her up as an example to the class. I hesitated. Than struck. Seven years ago I had been able to unnerve Potter with some questions, lets see how she responds.
"Goldstone! What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?"
"Absolutely nothing sir. They are the same plant, also known as aconite." She replied still with the infernal smiling. Oh lovely, another Granger! Memorizers have their place but I prefer someone who has talent. I gave her a curt nod and told everyone to pair up for making their potions. Perhaps I can find something wrong with her potion. There must have been an odd number of students because while Goldstone looked around everyone else paired up leaving her alone. She appeared hurt but merely raised her hand and asked if she could work alone.
I raised an eyebrow. "No one wants to work with you? What ever are you doing to drive everyone away?" Some chuckles went through the crowd. Some anonymous voice suggested the problem being her smell. More laughter. She looked about to cry again but merely said firmly that it wasn't her loss if the class was made up of jerks. I raised another eyebrow but gave her permission.
I started wandering about to check on everyone's potions. What dunderheads! Can't they get even the simplest potion right? Goldstone raised her hand. "Is this right professor?" She was handing me a golden opportunity to mock her. No way was I going to pass that up. Except for one thing… there was nothing to mock. She stirred it and lifted the ladle allowing it to drain away so I could gauge the consistency. It practically could have been used for an illustration in the textbook. Now, don't get me wrong, it wasn't perfect but was as close as one could get on a first potion. She had a knack for it. And there was no way on this earth I could tell her. I grunted and moved onto the next. Someone shouted at her that it was so bad I was struck dumb. She ignored them and continued. I went on criticizing. After all, it really is a simple potion. Even a child should have gotten it right…
(Snape comes out: "Get on with it") Any way, review, criticize, wish me luck on my quiz, tell me to get better soon, tell me to spare you all my efforts and quit writing all together… (Snape clears his throat). This whole story will be Snapes POV and the same disclaimer for the whole story.
The First Class
I chose to skip breakfast the next day to go over the plans for the first lesson. The first potion was to be an elementary sleeping draught (A/N I checked the book, they don't mention what the first potion is so I am using this one.). Even five-year-olds should be able to do this properly but somehow year after year students fail miserably at it. I walked into the classroom to make sure everything was in order for twenty first years and their familiars (A/N I don't know if animals are allowed in the class room but can think of two specific instances in the books were Neville's toad in mentioned in the class room so I'm saying they are, with the exception of owls which are kept in the owlrys.) After satisfying myself that all was in order and I had another twenty minutes until students showed I sat down to review the potion in the book. Fifteen years and I'm still using the same book. "Magical Draughts and Potions". Maybe I should make sure there aren't any better on the market.
I was absorbed in my thoughts until a surprisingly cheerful voice called out, "Good Morning, Professor!" I was so startled I nearly fell out of my seat. Even Slytherins usually aren't cheerful towards my lessons or me and the other houses tend to flat out despise both. I looked up to see the same girl I had met in the corridors the night before. She couldn't Slytherin or I would have seen her before. She had to be a Griffindor. That surprised me. She hadn't seemed too brave the night before. She was still standing there smiling at me. I glared at her but her smile only got bigger. "I see you are in as good a mood as ever, Professor." She added. Fortunately she then took her seat. I noticed a lean black cat following her. I hadn't gotten a look at her the night before. She was a pale thing with hair almost as black as mine. Her eyes were brown. The combination making her appear washed out. Well, she certainly wasn't a raving beauty. Other students started to file in. Most cast an apprehensive look at me before taking their seats. Finally all had taken their seats and it was almost time to begin. Strangely enough the only person sitting alone was that strange girl. Apparently other people thought her as disgustingly cheerful as I did. It was time to call role. (A/N I cannot think up names. It took me forever to name my character. I will only name others as they become important.) The strange girl's name turned out to be Sophia Goldstone (A/N Sophia is Latin for wisdom). I was going to have to teach her that I am not to be trifled with. It would mean setting her up as an example to the class. I hesitated. Than struck. Seven years ago I had been able to unnerve Potter with some questions, lets see how she responds.
"Goldstone! What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?"
"Absolutely nothing sir. They are the same plant, also known as aconite." She replied still with the infernal smiling. Oh lovely, another Granger! Memorizers have their place but I prefer someone who has talent. I gave her a curt nod and told everyone to pair up for making their potions. Perhaps I can find something wrong with her potion. There must have been an odd number of students because while Goldstone looked around everyone else paired up leaving her alone. She appeared hurt but merely raised her hand and asked if she could work alone.
I raised an eyebrow. "No one wants to work with you? What ever are you doing to drive everyone away?" Some chuckles went through the crowd. Some anonymous voice suggested the problem being her smell. More laughter. She looked about to cry again but merely said firmly that it wasn't her loss if the class was made up of jerks. I raised another eyebrow but gave her permission.
I started wandering about to check on everyone's potions. What dunderheads! Can't they get even the simplest potion right? Goldstone raised her hand. "Is this right professor?" She was handing me a golden opportunity to mock her. No way was I going to pass that up. Except for one thing… there was nothing to mock. She stirred it and lifted the ladle allowing it to drain away so I could gauge the consistency. It practically could have been used for an illustration in the textbook. Now, don't get me wrong, it wasn't perfect but was as close as one could get on a first potion. She had a knack for it. And there was no way on this earth I could tell her. I grunted and moved onto the next. Someone shouted at her that it was so bad I was struck dumb. She ignored them and continued. I went on criticizing. After all, it really is a simple potion. Even a child should have gotten it right…