Dragon's Blood
Snape curt nod as his Slytherins entered the room. All on time, good. He broke away his gaze and smiled as a much more diverting student came in.
"Ah, Potter." he said, checking his watch. It was a minute past starting time. "So... the champion decides to make a fashionably late entrance... Well winner of the Goblet or no, this school revolves around punctuality and as such, I cannot accept such behaviour. Two points from Gryffindor."
He smiled and turned his head expectantly as another figure blocked the door. Perhaps another Gryffindor. He hoped it would not be a member of his own house, for he would have to take two points from them as well... to appear fair.
Lucia leaned against the doorframe, a slight smile on her face. "Hmmmm... and all this time I thought the school revolved around magic..." she said, sounding pensive.
Snape looked her over, as though deciding whether it was worth attacking a member of his house. Finally, he gave a dangerously polite smile. "And why are you here, Miss Ferene?" he said sweetly.
"Oh... well, I" she looked into the classroom full of students and then back at Snape. "Oh, I'm sorry professor, I didn't know you had a class." she said, genuinely.
"That is what we do here, Lucia," Snape said with an exaggerated loftiness. "Which reminds me, why aren't you in yours?"
"I am." Lucia said smiling and taking a seat behind Snape's desk. Snape looked at her in horror.
"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked behind clamped teeth.
"I'm to be a... er... translator of sorts. An assistant teacher. You complained to Dumbledore last year about having trouble supervising all the experiments at once, so, as I've already finished my years in Potions. you know, with Aunt Els teaching me over the summers. I'm here to help out..."
Snape's eyes narrowed. The outrage! He didn't need help! He was only trying to show Dumbledore how hard he truly worked and how significantly difficult his job was. "Miss Ferene," he attempted tensely.
"Oh, well no matter," Lucia said lightly, smiling. "I'm here now, and I cancelled Divination this year just for the cause."
"Goody." Snape said, jaw still clenched.
"So, class," Lucia said, standing up and getting a copy of the text. "Take out your books to-"
"That's my job, thank you." Snape said, snatching the book away from Lucia.
As Snape began explaining the seven uses of dragon's blood, Lucia couldn't help but roll her eyes and suppress a lengthy yawn.
He pulled out a large vat of boiling, maroon liquid. Dragon's blood. Lucia felt sick to her stomach as the fumes reached her nose. Snape smiled at seeing her reaction.
"Assistant?" he asked, deviously sweet, "Would you be so kind as to serve out one ounce of blood to each student?"
Lucia nodded, stiff and pale. She plugged her nose as she took the vat and began to ladle out the thick blood. 'Breakfast'll be rearing its ugly head any minute now,' she thought to herself.
"MISTER POTTER!" Snape suddenly snapped. "WHY have you not been taking notes? Perhaps then, you'd like to tell us what the third use of Dragon's blood is?"
Lucia looked concernedly at Harry. She didn't really like the boy. he got too much special attention, but, wasn't this, also, special attention that Snape was dealing him? She mouthed, "Dismemberment! Regrow limbs!"
"MISS FERENE! I trust you are being impartial to your students?"
"Yes, sir, by your definition sir, yes, sir." she said, in military fashion and continuing to deal out the blood. She spilled a bit of blood down Draco's cauldron as he moved it away from her.
"You dolt!" he hissed at her. "Clean it up!" he said with a sneer.
Lucia "humph"ed indignantly and tried to move to the next person, but Malfoy extended his leg and tripped her. The vat flew up and next thing Lucia knew, she and Malfoy were covered in the syrupy substance.
Lucia's first reaction was to strangle Malfoy. She shoved a soppy, slimy strand of hair away from her face, eyes flashing dangerously.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, she burst out laughing.
"Miss Ferene, did you find that funny?!" Snape asked.
Lucia grabbed her sides, which hurt from laughing. "Yes... sir... I... did!" She used Snape's robe to pull herself up and tapped herself with her wand, "Limpium!" She was now clean. "Malfoy tried to trip me, sir, and he got it just as bad as I did!" she explained
"Is this so, Malfoy?"
"Your assistant spilled blood all down my cauldron and then tripped over her own shoe," he drawled. "Potions is really becoming a joke. Father simply won't tolerate it." he added.
"JOKE! YOU should be talking!" Lucia said, laughing gleefully. He was still dripping with blood.
"MISS FERENE! OUT!" Snape said, bellowing. "I will speak to Professor Dumbledore AND your head of house later!"
Lucia nodded and, before she walked out the door, added, "You ARE my head of house!"
The bell, timely rang, before Harry could even answer his question.
Snape curt nod as his Slytherins entered the room. All on time, good. He broke away his gaze and smiled as a much more diverting student came in.
"Ah, Potter." he said, checking his watch. It was a minute past starting time. "So... the champion decides to make a fashionably late entrance... Well winner of the Goblet or no, this school revolves around punctuality and as such, I cannot accept such behaviour. Two points from Gryffindor."
He smiled and turned his head expectantly as another figure blocked the door. Perhaps another Gryffindor. He hoped it would not be a member of his own house, for he would have to take two points from them as well... to appear fair.
Lucia leaned against the doorframe, a slight smile on her face. "Hmmmm... and all this time I thought the school revolved around magic..." she said, sounding pensive.
Snape looked her over, as though deciding whether it was worth attacking a member of his house. Finally, he gave a dangerously polite smile. "And why are you here, Miss Ferene?" he said sweetly.
"Oh... well, I" she looked into the classroom full of students and then back at Snape. "Oh, I'm sorry professor, I didn't know you had a class." she said, genuinely.
"That is what we do here, Lucia," Snape said with an exaggerated loftiness. "Which reminds me, why aren't you in yours?"
"I am." Lucia said smiling and taking a seat behind Snape's desk. Snape looked at her in horror.
"I beg your pardon?" Snape asked behind clamped teeth.
"I'm to be a... er... translator of sorts. An assistant teacher. You complained to Dumbledore last year about having trouble supervising all the experiments at once, so, as I've already finished my years in Potions. you know, with Aunt Els teaching me over the summers. I'm here to help out..."
Snape's eyes narrowed. The outrage! He didn't need help! He was only trying to show Dumbledore how hard he truly worked and how significantly difficult his job was. "Miss Ferene," he attempted tensely.
"Oh, well no matter," Lucia said lightly, smiling. "I'm here now, and I cancelled Divination this year just for the cause."
"Goody." Snape said, jaw still clenched.
"So, class," Lucia said, standing up and getting a copy of the text. "Take out your books to-"
"That's my job, thank you." Snape said, snatching the book away from Lucia.
As Snape began explaining the seven uses of dragon's blood, Lucia couldn't help but roll her eyes and suppress a lengthy yawn.
He pulled out a large vat of boiling, maroon liquid. Dragon's blood. Lucia felt sick to her stomach as the fumes reached her nose. Snape smiled at seeing her reaction.
"Assistant?" he asked, deviously sweet, "Would you be so kind as to serve out one ounce of blood to each student?"
Lucia nodded, stiff and pale. She plugged her nose as she took the vat and began to ladle out the thick blood. 'Breakfast'll be rearing its ugly head any minute now,' she thought to herself.
"MISTER POTTER!" Snape suddenly snapped. "WHY have you not been taking notes? Perhaps then, you'd like to tell us what the third use of Dragon's blood is?"
Lucia looked concernedly at Harry. She didn't really like the boy. he got too much special attention, but, wasn't this, also, special attention that Snape was dealing him? She mouthed, "Dismemberment! Regrow limbs!"
"MISS FERENE! I trust you are being impartial to your students?"
"Yes, sir, by your definition sir, yes, sir." she said, in military fashion and continuing to deal out the blood. She spilled a bit of blood down Draco's cauldron as he moved it away from her.
"You dolt!" he hissed at her. "Clean it up!" he said with a sneer.
Lucia "humph"ed indignantly and tried to move to the next person, but Malfoy extended his leg and tripped her. The vat flew up and next thing Lucia knew, she and Malfoy were covered in the syrupy substance.
Lucia's first reaction was to strangle Malfoy. She shoved a soppy, slimy strand of hair away from her face, eyes flashing dangerously.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, she burst out laughing.
"Miss Ferene, did you find that funny?!" Snape asked.
Lucia grabbed her sides, which hurt from laughing. "Yes... sir... I... did!" She used Snape's robe to pull herself up and tapped herself with her wand, "Limpium!" She was now clean. "Malfoy tried to trip me, sir, and he got it just as bad as I did!" she explained
"Is this so, Malfoy?"
"Your assistant spilled blood all down my cauldron and then tripped over her own shoe," he drawled. "Potions is really becoming a joke. Father simply won't tolerate it." he added.
"JOKE! YOU should be talking!" Lucia said, laughing gleefully. He was still dripping with blood.
"MISS FERENE! OUT!" Snape said, bellowing. "I will speak to Professor Dumbledore AND your head of house later!"
Lucia nodded and, before she walked out the door, added, "You ARE my head of house!"
The bell, timely rang, before Harry could even answer his question.