Spire didn't see Snape again until Wednesday that week. She'd been secretly fretting over the scene she put on during her detention Monday night and was a little worried Snape would make some comment about it which would ruin all further attempts at seduction.
Sure enough, the moment he entered the room he favored her with an amused look. "Ah, Miss Summers. I do hope your leg is feeling better. Perhaps scrubbing floors is too strenuous for you? I'll be sure to re-assign any further detentions to Professor Black. I'm sure he'll fully appreciate your wardrobe."
Spire glared daggers as Snape stalked over to his desk, and flicked off Pansy Parkinson who'd made a rather loud comment about her blush. Spire wasn't the type of girl who liked to be publically humiliated without taking someone else with her, and since she figured he couldn't do much worse than he already had - except perhaps give her detention with Filch, which in itself wasn't so bad really since he'd taken a bit of a liking to her since she got along with his cat - so she decided to make that person Snape.
"Oh, but Professor, I'd shrunken that skirt just for you! Perhaps if you'd spent a moment to react to normal male hormones you'd have noticed the great underwear I'd had on as well, but no it appears you get off on marking down papers."
To hear Snape dress down a student was normal behavior and so most of the class had ignored Snape's earlier comment, but now that Spire had, quite loudly, challenged him to continue their verbal war, everyone was all ears.
Snape, it seemed had been hoping for a response for he had a malicious glint in his eye when addressing her.
"Surely, Miss Summers, you realize I have better things to do than waste time commenting on proper etiquette and why it is considered uncouth to throw yourself at a teacher?"
Spire nodded. "Yes, I supose it does take a great deal of time to plan your entire schedule around being a pompous git everyday, though I expect that Pansy here could greatly benefit from such a speech since she's been practically panting in her seat over here since the beginning of the lesson."
Pansy turned scarlett with humiliation and fury, but before she could open her mouth to retort, Snape had picked up the gauntlet once again.
"I wonder, Miss Summers, is your mouth always running in such an unpleasant manner, or will I need to bring a pair of earmuffs to the Welcoming Ball?"
"I'm quite certain, Professor Snape," Spire shot back with a devious grin, " that you'll find, rather soon if you will, that my mouth can be quite pleasant, when applied in the right way."
The class roared with laughter at the scandalized look on Professor Snape's face.
"Professor McGonagall's office! You can explain to her why you aren't in class."
Spire nodded and picked up her bag.
"I'll be sure to do that. I'll make sure to leave in the part where you can't manage a good comeback so you sent me out. Lemme know if you do come up with something. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to piss you off even more."
"OUT!"
Spire smiled. "Whatever you say Professor."
And with a wink she was out the door.
Sure enough, the moment he entered the room he favored her with an amused look. "Ah, Miss Summers. I do hope your leg is feeling better. Perhaps scrubbing floors is too strenuous for you? I'll be sure to re-assign any further detentions to Professor Black. I'm sure he'll fully appreciate your wardrobe."
Spire glared daggers as Snape stalked over to his desk, and flicked off Pansy Parkinson who'd made a rather loud comment about her blush. Spire wasn't the type of girl who liked to be publically humiliated without taking someone else with her, and since she figured he couldn't do much worse than he already had - except perhaps give her detention with Filch, which in itself wasn't so bad really since he'd taken a bit of a liking to her since she got along with his cat - so she decided to make that person Snape.
"Oh, but Professor, I'd shrunken that skirt just for you! Perhaps if you'd spent a moment to react to normal male hormones you'd have noticed the great underwear I'd had on as well, but no it appears you get off on marking down papers."
To hear Snape dress down a student was normal behavior and so most of the class had ignored Snape's earlier comment, but now that Spire had, quite loudly, challenged him to continue their verbal war, everyone was all ears.
Snape, it seemed had been hoping for a response for he had a malicious glint in his eye when addressing her.
"Surely, Miss Summers, you realize I have better things to do than waste time commenting on proper etiquette and why it is considered uncouth to throw yourself at a teacher?"
Spire nodded. "Yes, I supose it does take a great deal of time to plan your entire schedule around being a pompous git everyday, though I expect that Pansy here could greatly benefit from such a speech since she's been practically panting in her seat over here since the beginning of the lesson."
Pansy turned scarlett with humiliation and fury, but before she could open her mouth to retort, Snape had picked up the gauntlet once again.
"I wonder, Miss Summers, is your mouth always running in such an unpleasant manner, or will I need to bring a pair of earmuffs to the Welcoming Ball?"
"I'm quite certain, Professor Snape," Spire shot back with a devious grin, " that you'll find, rather soon if you will, that my mouth can be quite pleasant, when applied in the right way."
The class roared with laughter at the scandalized look on Professor Snape's face.
"Professor McGonagall's office! You can explain to her why you aren't in class."
Spire nodded and picked up her bag.
"I'll be sure to do that. I'll make sure to leave in the part where you can't manage a good comeback so you sent me out. Lemme know if you do come up with something. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to piss you off even more."
"OUT!"
Spire smiled. "Whatever you say Professor."
And with a wink she was out the door.