Snape was just sitting down to a nice lunch when

***WHAM!!!!***

He was hit in the head with something flying across the Great Hall.

He saw Potter and Black snickering as they sat at the Gryffindor table, chatting with their friends. Snape stood to get revenge and the back of his robes ripped open! The noise was so loud that the whole Great Hall, including Dumbledore, stopped to look at Severus Snape.  Everyone could plainly see that Snape was wearing bright pink boxers, covered with hearts.

"Hey Snape!" yelled Potter, "Could you save those boxers for Valentine's Day? Or are they the only pair you have?"

The whole hall started cracking up with laughter. Snape's face turned bright red as he stormed up to the Slytherin common room.

Black was laughing so hard that he ripped his robes too.  Now everyone was laughing at Black also, especially Potter.  Sirius was very upset, but hurried to the nurse to see if she could mend the robes as quickly as possible.

On the way up, Sirius saw Snape crying in the hall, hurrying to the nurse's also. 

"Whasamatta Snapey? Got a rip?"

Snape was just rounding the bend and his greasy, greasy hair got too near a torch. 

***POOF!!!***

Snape's whole head was on fire! Sirius was laughing hysterically, and too doubled-up to move. 

"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE HELP!" Snape was hysterical.

"What's all the racket? What's going on?" cried Filch as he came screaming down the hall. He saw Snape. "What happened here? What's going on?"

"HELP ME!" wailed Snape. "GET WATER!"

Sirius ran away to the hospital wing, pretending nothing had happened.