American Gryffindor
Chapter 3 Disclaimer: All Hoggywarty thingies belong to J.K. Rowling, except my made up characters, which is me, and some other random names off the top of my head I made up for the sake of the story.
Snape was not present when they got to potions. Unfortunately, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were their too. "Oh look-two halfbloods, a mudblood, and a penniless beggar," He sneered, the turned to the other Slytherins, "Looks like we've got more errors in the school system." He smirked evilly at them. Clare was beside herself with rage. "How dare you t-" She began, shrieking. Just then Snape entered the room. Malfoy and his cronies settled down immediately as did Clare and the others. But Snape had still heard her shout. "Tut tut, yelling at your peers? Well, 10 points from Gryffindor then." Clare looked incredulously at him. Ten points? She could see five or so, but ten? "Close your mouth Austen, or I'll add on another five." Clare looked resolute but turned away from him and pulled out a parchment notebook for notes. "It's Austen-Smith." She mutter under her breath.
"Now aside from that little incident-he smirked at Clare, "We shall begin class. Now, today we are brewing the Dragoratus Potion, which gives the drinker temporary powers to resist dragon fire. The directions are on the board-" He gestured and they appeared-"You may begin now-you have an hour and fifteen minutes." Clare sighed and begin copying down the ingredients. "Horidius Root, Ligus Snails, Peratum of course, and Dicorium?" Dicorium was an ingredient to glamour potions, not fire proof ones. She was sure of it. Raising her hand high in the air-Hermione was to, she noticed- she waited for Snape to call on her. When Snape finally looked up from his desk, he looked revolted to have to choose between two Gryffindors. "What is it?" He snapped at Clare, decided that because she was new, he didn't hate her as much as Hermione. "Dicorium, Professor. I think-I think-" She faltered a bit at his glare. "I think you might've meant Deraceum. Dicorium is fatal without the Forgette Flower and that is-"She faltered, "Not included in the potion." Snape looked unbelievable meanly at her; with a horrible scowl on his face. "So I take this to mean that you believe me incompetent?" "N-no Professor." "Or did you just want to get attention from Potter, or Weasly perhaps, by showing up the Potions Master?" Clare felt her cheeks burning and knew she was blushing. "No, Professor. I was just trying to point out an.error." She said a bit faintly. Snape practically snarled. "Well, another five points form Gryffindor for not fixing the error yourself and replacing the Dicorium with the Deraceum. Now, you've only got- " -He glanced at the clock- "45 minutes to finish." Clare looked very taken aback but didn't say anything. She simply pushed the Dicorium of her workspace and replaced it with the Deraceum. So did the rest of the class, including Slytherins, though they looked embittered at being shown up by a Gryffindor. With in twenty minutes, most everyone had his or her cauldrons bubbling steadily. "Three toads eyes, then stir one time clockwise and three times counterclockwise. Foam should appear." Foam did appear; though rather half- heartedly. She sighed. Well, potions had never been her strong suit. Everyone seemed to be doing moderately well. Until there was an explosion in the back of the class. Neville's cauldron was collapsing again. His potion-a yellow, sludgy mass-was seeping through burnt holes in his cauldron. Neville was trembling while looking at it, obviously frightened. CRACK! The last leg of his cauldron had cracked, sending the entire mess free on the floor. It started to eat away at the floor.
"Longbottom! I see your stupidity has come into play again. This-mess- will more likely cause burns then protect against them!" He hissed. "Five points from Gryffindor and a detention with me. Scourgify." The mess disappeared along with the collapsed cauldron. Snape walked back to his desk. Neville looks absolutely miserable. "This'll mean a Howler from Gran, for sure." Everyone looked piteously at Neville, but turned their attention to their own potions.
When potions was over-thankfully, she thought-they headed to Transfiguration. The room reminded Clare greatly of her old school's own Transfiguration room, which was a comfort.
"Today," Began McGonagall, "We are transfiguring a processed piece of wood into a branch." The class groaned. It was a harder assignment then they had done before. "You will use the incantation "Sprigorus Rowanis." "Sprigorus Rowanis!" Clare pointed her wand and saw to her disappointment, a couple leaves but nothing else. To her left, Ron was doing the same. Hermione however, had a perfect Rowan branch sitting on her desk and was studying the text book-5 or so chapters ahead of everyone else. "Gods," Clare muttered "Is there anything she doesn't do right?" "Cooking," Ron muttered. "What?" "Cooking. She came to my house last year and tried to make soup-Mum had to Scourgify the entire kitchen and wouldn't let Hermione touch a thing the rest of the time." Clare giggled. As short as she had known Hermione, she got the impression that she was very annoyed when she got something wrong, which was very unusual. Ron smiled. Lunch was good and Clare got to know more of her fellow Gryffindors, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Dallia Morton. She didn't meet many people from other houses, just Hannah Abbott, Ernie MacMillan, and Padma Patil, Parvati's twin sister.
Arithmancy was fun, well fun enough for math, Clare had always enjoyed the satisfaction of a problem perfectly calculated-obviously Hermione did too. The met up with the boys for Charms.
Flitwick was very amusing for Clare. She couldn't help it, she didn't know why. That class they were learning the Cleansing Charm-incidentally, Scourgify. When Ron and her found out about it, they broke into laughter, earning them some odd looks but nothing for worse.
Dinner was a lot more peaceful than the morning, and finished making a wreath of Rowan Branches that she transfigured for Transfiguration Class. At 10, she headed up to bed after Hermione.
The rest of the week was perfectly normal, they didn't have any potions and only a few encounters with Malfoy. It wasn't until after lunch on Friday that they had Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"I wonder who we have this year, they didn't tell us at the beginning."
"Yeah, along as it's not Umbridge, I'm happy."
"What if it's Snape, what then?" Hermione cut into the boy's conversation with a shrew comment.
Chapter 3 Disclaimer: All Hoggywarty thingies belong to J.K. Rowling, except my made up characters, which is me, and some other random names off the top of my head I made up for the sake of the story.
Snape was not present when they got to potions. Unfortunately, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were their too. "Oh look-two halfbloods, a mudblood, and a penniless beggar," He sneered, the turned to the other Slytherins, "Looks like we've got more errors in the school system." He smirked evilly at them. Clare was beside herself with rage. "How dare you t-" She began, shrieking. Just then Snape entered the room. Malfoy and his cronies settled down immediately as did Clare and the others. But Snape had still heard her shout. "Tut tut, yelling at your peers? Well, 10 points from Gryffindor then." Clare looked incredulously at him. Ten points? She could see five or so, but ten? "Close your mouth Austen, or I'll add on another five." Clare looked resolute but turned away from him and pulled out a parchment notebook for notes. "It's Austen-Smith." She mutter under her breath.
"Now aside from that little incident-he smirked at Clare, "We shall begin class. Now, today we are brewing the Dragoratus Potion, which gives the drinker temporary powers to resist dragon fire. The directions are on the board-" He gestured and they appeared-"You may begin now-you have an hour and fifteen minutes." Clare sighed and begin copying down the ingredients. "Horidius Root, Ligus Snails, Peratum of course, and Dicorium?" Dicorium was an ingredient to glamour potions, not fire proof ones. She was sure of it. Raising her hand high in the air-Hermione was to, she noticed- she waited for Snape to call on her. When Snape finally looked up from his desk, he looked revolted to have to choose between two Gryffindors. "What is it?" He snapped at Clare, decided that because she was new, he didn't hate her as much as Hermione. "Dicorium, Professor. I think-I think-" She faltered a bit at his glare. "I think you might've meant Deraceum. Dicorium is fatal without the Forgette Flower and that is-"She faltered, "Not included in the potion." Snape looked unbelievable meanly at her; with a horrible scowl on his face. "So I take this to mean that you believe me incompetent?" "N-no Professor." "Or did you just want to get attention from Potter, or Weasly perhaps, by showing up the Potions Master?" Clare felt her cheeks burning and knew she was blushing. "No, Professor. I was just trying to point out an.error." She said a bit faintly. Snape practically snarled. "Well, another five points form Gryffindor for not fixing the error yourself and replacing the Dicorium with the Deraceum. Now, you've only got- " -He glanced at the clock- "45 minutes to finish." Clare looked very taken aback but didn't say anything. She simply pushed the Dicorium of her workspace and replaced it with the Deraceum. So did the rest of the class, including Slytherins, though they looked embittered at being shown up by a Gryffindor. With in twenty minutes, most everyone had his or her cauldrons bubbling steadily. "Three toads eyes, then stir one time clockwise and three times counterclockwise. Foam should appear." Foam did appear; though rather half- heartedly. She sighed. Well, potions had never been her strong suit. Everyone seemed to be doing moderately well. Until there was an explosion in the back of the class. Neville's cauldron was collapsing again. His potion-a yellow, sludgy mass-was seeping through burnt holes in his cauldron. Neville was trembling while looking at it, obviously frightened. CRACK! The last leg of his cauldron had cracked, sending the entire mess free on the floor. It started to eat away at the floor.
"Longbottom! I see your stupidity has come into play again. This-mess- will more likely cause burns then protect against them!" He hissed. "Five points from Gryffindor and a detention with me. Scourgify." The mess disappeared along with the collapsed cauldron. Snape walked back to his desk. Neville looks absolutely miserable. "This'll mean a Howler from Gran, for sure." Everyone looked piteously at Neville, but turned their attention to their own potions.
When potions was over-thankfully, she thought-they headed to Transfiguration. The room reminded Clare greatly of her old school's own Transfiguration room, which was a comfort.
"Today," Began McGonagall, "We are transfiguring a processed piece of wood into a branch." The class groaned. It was a harder assignment then they had done before. "You will use the incantation "Sprigorus Rowanis." "Sprigorus Rowanis!" Clare pointed her wand and saw to her disappointment, a couple leaves but nothing else. To her left, Ron was doing the same. Hermione however, had a perfect Rowan branch sitting on her desk and was studying the text book-5 or so chapters ahead of everyone else. "Gods," Clare muttered "Is there anything she doesn't do right?" "Cooking," Ron muttered. "What?" "Cooking. She came to my house last year and tried to make soup-Mum had to Scourgify the entire kitchen and wouldn't let Hermione touch a thing the rest of the time." Clare giggled. As short as she had known Hermione, she got the impression that she was very annoyed when she got something wrong, which was very unusual. Ron smiled. Lunch was good and Clare got to know more of her fellow Gryffindors, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Dallia Morton. She didn't meet many people from other houses, just Hannah Abbott, Ernie MacMillan, and Padma Patil, Parvati's twin sister.
Arithmancy was fun, well fun enough for math, Clare had always enjoyed the satisfaction of a problem perfectly calculated-obviously Hermione did too. The met up with the boys for Charms.
Flitwick was very amusing for Clare. She couldn't help it, she didn't know why. That class they were learning the Cleansing Charm-incidentally, Scourgify. When Ron and her found out about it, they broke into laughter, earning them some odd looks but nothing for worse.
Dinner was a lot more peaceful than the morning, and finished making a wreath of Rowan Branches that she transfigured for Transfiguration Class. At 10, she headed up to bed after Hermione.
The rest of the week was perfectly normal, they didn't have any potions and only a few encounters with Malfoy. It wasn't until after lunch on Friday that they had Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"I wonder who we have this year, they didn't tell us at the beginning."
"Yeah, along as it's not Umbridge, I'm happy."
"What if it's Snape, what then?" Hermione cut into the boy's conversation with a shrew comment.
