It was the next day in potions when things really began to get interesting. Neville had, as usual, ruined his potion causing yet ANOTHER cauldren to blow up. Snape had immediately stalked over to the frightened Gryffindor and let him know EXACTLY where he was going in life when Spire had finally heard enough.

"My GOD! Don't you EVER say anything NICE?!?!"

The class fell silent and Snape turned to look at Spire with a combination of sadistic amusement and bewilderment.

"10 points from Gryffindor for your outburst Ms. Summers, I suggest you stay out of it before you lose even more points for your house."

The rest of the Gryffindors turned pleading eyes to her in agreement as they'd already lost quite a few due to Spire's antics.

Spire, of course, ignored them and threw down the ladel she was using to pour her potion into a bottle with.

"YOU INSUFFERERABLE UNPLEASANT IMPOSSIBLE WASTE OF A MAN!"

Even Snape looked shocked momentarily before turning red in anger.

"Ms. Summers . . ."

"Don't 'Ms. Summers' ME you over grown wedgie! When was the last time you got laid for christ's sake?!?!"

At that Neville passed out and everyone else stared at her in fear. Everyone except Destiny who'd been ignoring the whole thing.

"30 points from Gryffindor! And detention! I'll see you scrubbing toilets for a month for tha-"

"OH scrub your own damn toilets and loosen up," Spire yelled while storming out the door.

The entire class sat holding their breath staring at Snape in horror.

"WELL!?! WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!?! GET BACK TO WORK!" He bellowed before stalking into his office and slaming the door.