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I'm not making any money off of this (terrible) story. I'm just having fun.
Chapter Three
"Detention, Snape!"
Snape rushed into class fifteen minutes late. The potions master, Professor Galika, looked like she had been waiting for him to come. She was in a worse mood than normal, and that was saying something. She normally got along well with Snape too, but she didn't tolerate lateness in anyone. Saying that she was a strict looking witch didn't even come close to describing her; she looked positively sadistic. And some people, many people, would say that she was. Not to her face, or even within ear shot, of course. But it was common knowledge that she disliked every other house other than her own. Usually, she seemed like she was inches away from exploding, today, it appeared that she already had. The class was all sitting quietly, cauldrons out, but nothing stewing inside them. They all seemed like they had been petrified. Someone snickered at the thought of Snape being in detention, until they heard the familiar snarl of their teacher saying, "Think it's funny that Snape has a detention, do you? If you don't shut up this instant, I'm going to give you a week of them!" With this, the student was unnaturally quiet. Galika rounded back on Snape, and growled,
"Meet Filch at seven. Another student has detention too; some Hufflepuff," Galika snorted disdainfully. She had a certain dislike for Hufflepuffs, and from the look on her face, she probably had handed out the detention.
"What will I be doing?" Snape wondered if it was wise to ask the question, but he did so anyways.
"What ever he makes you do," she hissed. "And I expect you to do it well, and without complaint. Show Slytherins are willing to make up for their mistakes." She was the Head of the Slytherin house, and almost never took points off of it. But she wasn't afraid of handing out detentions.
"Yes, Professor," Snape said dully. What ever Filch was going to make him do, it wasn't going to be pretty. He was not looking forward to tonight.
Professor Galika interrupted in on his thoughts. "Open up your books to page seventy-seven, and start making the distraction potion." The class stood there for a moment, in sleepy stupor.
"NOW!" The class jumped to it.
Chapter Three
"Detention, Snape!"
Snape rushed into class fifteen minutes late. The potions master, Professor Galika, looked like she had been waiting for him to come. She was in a worse mood than normal, and that was saying something. She normally got along well with Snape too, but she didn't tolerate lateness in anyone. Saying that she was a strict looking witch didn't even come close to describing her; she looked positively sadistic. And some people, many people, would say that she was. Not to her face, or even within ear shot, of course. But it was common knowledge that she disliked every other house other than her own. Usually, she seemed like she was inches away from exploding, today, it appeared that she already had. The class was all sitting quietly, cauldrons out, but nothing stewing inside them. They all seemed like they had been petrified. Someone snickered at the thought of Snape being in detention, until they heard the familiar snarl of their teacher saying, "Think it's funny that Snape has a detention, do you? If you don't shut up this instant, I'm going to give you a week of them!" With this, the student was unnaturally quiet. Galika rounded back on Snape, and growled,
"Meet Filch at seven. Another student has detention too; some Hufflepuff," Galika snorted disdainfully. She had a certain dislike for Hufflepuffs, and from the look on her face, she probably had handed out the detention.
"What will I be doing?" Snape wondered if it was wise to ask the question, but he did so anyways.
"What ever he makes you do," she hissed. "And I expect you to do it well, and without complaint. Show Slytherins are willing to make up for their mistakes." She was the Head of the Slytherin house, and almost never took points off of it. But she wasn't afraid of handing out detentions.
"Yes, Professor," Snape said dully. What ever Filch was going to make him do, it wasn't going to be pretty. He was not looking forward to tonight.
Professor Galika interrupted in on his thoughts. "Open up your books to page seventy-seven, and start making the distraction potion." The class stood there for a moment, in sleepy stupor.
"NOW!" The class jumped to it.
