Star-chan: SORRY! I was extremely depressed by OotP, so I couldn't write.
Neko: Some excuse.
Star-chan: What? It was TRUE. Anyway, Himedono offered me her other friend's old muse, Hart!
Hart: *shyly* Hi.
Neko: Don't expect to hear much of her. Too quiet.
Star-chan: Because she's scared of you.
Neko: Oh well.
DISCLAIMER: Star-chan: Harry Potter isn't mine. If it was, Pettigrew would be in very much pain right now.
*~*
Harry fought through the crowded hallway, Hermione and Ron following him. Both were being startling civil to each other. He kept thinking of possible ways to get them together though but he kept coming up short. He was thinking if he could talk to Sirius than maybe he could start his scheming but Sirius was difficult to get in touch with.
Harry entered the great hall with Ron and Hermione right behind him. Harry looked up at the staff table and found Professor Stidhall and Professor Schram were both at the table and oddly enough Professor Snape was both glaring at Professor Stidhall but also partially making puppy-dog eyes.
When Harry saw this he was trying to suppress a laugh that was threatening to come out. He told Ron and Hermione this and they looked up. They too were trying not to laugh at the 'love-struck' potions professor.
*~*
"He what?!?!" Remus asked, careful to keep his voice down.
"I'm not positive, but I think that Snape has a thing for Becca," Sarah replied, the look on her face still clearly showing disgusted horror. "You can guess at it once you decipher the horrible poetry. I mean, read this one;
'My heart is beating when you are near
You voice isn't scratchy like an old woman's jeer
Your hair is like gold
that I want to mould
And I wish that you were right here.'"
"That has to be the worst poem ever written," Remus exclaimed.
"Oh, there's more. And this one is even more specific.
'My beautiful blonde Gryffindor.
My eyes behold you like never before.
You haunt me dreams.
And you do by all means
Hold my heart forever more.'"
Sarah blinked. "Actually, if the meaning wasn't so horribly wrong, it'd almost be good. . ."
"Ewwww. . . sappy poetry. I think I'm gonna get sick from that poem," Sirius said as he came by the two who were looking for good blackmail. "Who wrote that anyway?"
"That, my friend, was a poem by Snape to our very own Becca Stidhall," Remus answered, repressing a shudder.
"Snape likes *Beci*? Creepy," Sirius said, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice.
"Hey, who likes me?" Becca asked as she came up to the group.
"Apparently, Sevvie-kins does," Sirius replied with a kissy noise voice.
Becca just stood there for about a minute in shock before she shuddered and practically screamed bloody murder, "EEEWWWWWWW!!!! Gross! I so didn't need to know that!"
The other three conspirators quickly looked at Lily and James, and were happy to find that an ill-timed Dung Bomb had their attention.
"Awww, don't worry. I'm here to protect you from that greasy git," Sirius said in a male macho way, puffing out his chest.
"Oh great, my hero." Becca replied sarcastically.
*~*
After a dull dinner, since Hermione and Ron were still amazingly civil to each other, the trio started up the common room to start on homework.
"I think McGonagall is trying to kill us this year," Ron moaned. "All that work!"
Hermione looked at him, disapproval written all over her features. "I think she has the right of it, Ron. We have O.W.L.S. this year, after all." A maniac glint entered her eyes, slightly reminiscent of the one Wood would constantly have during Quidditch season. "We really need to study this year!"
Harry and Ron gulped, slightly scared of the deranged look on Hermione's face.
*~*
A large black dog slipped out of the forest stealthily, keeping to the shadows. It wouldn't be too good if someone, especially a greasy haired professor. The dog reached Greenhouse Three, and sat in a shadow, waiting. Not long after the sun had completely sunk beneath the horizon, Professor Dumbledore approached the dog.
"Hello, Sirius," he greeted. The dog wagged his tail in reply. "Please follow me. We need to discuss important matters.
*~*
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"C'mon, Beci, take one for the team," Sirius said gleefully. This was gonna be good. Becca Stidham, the Keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flirting with Severus Snape.
"That's it, I'm outta here." She turned on her heel and started to march back up to the common room before Sarah had grabbed the back of her robes.
"Do you want to get Lily and James together?" the brunette asked.
Becca stuttered, "Well, yeah, but-"
"Then you *need* to do this," Remus said.
Sirius smiled evilly. "Go on, the love of your life awaits."
With a sigh, Becca reluctantly headed toward the greasy-haired Slytherin. Sirius pulled out a camera from nowhere.
"God help her, 'cause none of us will," Peter muttered.
*~*
Star-chan: Sorry, had to stick Ratty in here somewhere.
Neko: Yeah, right.
Star-chan: Shut up. By the way, Evil Willow wrote some of this, including the poems. On to the Reviewers!
Neko: Reviewers? People reviewed this?
Star-chan: Bug off. Anyway,
Headmaster Cromwell-Thanks, and I may check out the board soon.
Evil Willow-Thanks, and isn't Sev unpleasant to me all the time?
Himedono-
Neko: you mean she's not dead?
Star-chan: SHUT UP!
Himedono- Thanks, for Hart and the reviews. I guess a broken computer is a good reason not to update.
Star-chan: Well, see ya next time!
Neko: Or not.
Neko: Some excuse.
Star-chan: What? It was TRUE. Anyway, Himedono offered me her other friend's old muse, Hart!
Hart: *shyly* Hi.
Neko: Don't expect to hear much of her. Too quiet.
Star-chan: Because she's scared of you.
Neko: Oh well.
DISCLAIMER: Star-chan: Harry Potter isn't mine. If it was, Pettigrew would be in very much pain right now.
*~*
Harry fought through the crowded hallway, Hermione and Ron following him. Both were being startling civil to each other. He kept thinking of possible ways to get them together though but he kept coming up short. He was thinking if he could talk to Sirius than maybe he could start his scheming but Sirius was difficult to get in touch with.
Harry entered the great hall with Ron and Hermione right behind him. Harry looked up at the staff table and found Professor Stidhall and Professor Schram were both at the table and oddly enough Professor Snape was both glaring at Professor Stidhall but also partially making puppy-dog eyes.
When Harry saw this he was trying to suppress a laugh that was threatening to come out. He told Ron and Hermione this and they looked up. They too were trying not to laugh at the 'love-struck' potions professor.
*~*
"He what?!?!" Remus asked, careful to keep his voice down.
"I'm not positive, but I think that Snape has a thing for Becca," Sarah replied, the look on her face still clearly showing disgusted horror. "You can guess at it once you decipher the horrible poetry. I mean, read this one;
'My heart is beating when you are near
You voice isn't scratchy like an old woman's jeer
Your hair is like gold
that I want to mould
And I wish that you were right here.'"
"That has to be the worst poem ever written," Remus exclaimed.
"Oh, there's more. And this one is even more specific.
'My beautiful blonde Gryffindor.
My eyes behold you like never before.
You haunt me dreams.
And you do by all means
Hold my heart forever more.'"
Sarah blinked. "Actually, if the meaning wasn't so horribly wrong, it'd almost be good. . ."
"Ewwww. . . sappy poetry. I think I'm gonna get sick from that poem," Sirius said as he came by the two who were looking for good blackmail. "Who wrote that anyway?"
"That, my friend, was a poem by Snape to our very own Becca Stidhall," Remus answered, repressing a shudder.
"Snape likes *Beci*? Creepy," Sirius said, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice.
"Hey, who likes me?" Becca asked as she came up to the group.
"Apparently, Sevvie-kins does," Sirius replied with a kissy noise voice.
Becca just stood there for about a minute in shock before she shuddered and practically screamed bloody murder, "EEEWWWWWWW!!!! Gross! I so didn't need to know that!"
The other three conspirators quickly looked at Lily and James, and were happy to find that an ill-timed Dung Bomb had their attention.
"Awww, don't worry. I'm here to protect you from that greasy git," Sirius said in a male macho way, puffing out his chest.
"Oh great, my hero." Becca replied sarcastically.
*~*
After a dull dinner, since Hermione and Ron were still amazingly civil to each other, the trio started up the common room to start on homework.
"I think McGonagall is trying to kill us this year," Ron moaned. "All that work!"
Hermione looked at him, disapproval written all over her features. "I think she has the right of it, Ron. We have O.W.L.S. this year, after all." A maniac glint entered her eyes, slightly reminiscent of the one Wood would constantly have during Quidditch season. "We really need to study this year!"
Harry and Ron gulped, slightly scared of the deranged look on Hermione's face.
*~*
A large black dog slipped out of the forest stealthily, keeping to the shadows. It wouldn't be too good if someone, especially a greasy haired professor. The dog reached Greenhouse Three, and sat in a shadow, waiting. Not long after the sun had completely sunk beneath the horizon, Professor Dumbledore approached the dog.
"Hello, Sirius," he greeted. The dog wagged his tail in reply. "Please follow me. We need to discuss important matters.
*~*
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"C'mon, Beci, take one for the team," Sirius said gleefully. This was gonna be good. Becca Stidham, the Keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flirting with Severus Snape.
"That's it, I'm outta here." She turned on her heel and started to march back up to the common room before Sarah had grabbed the back of her robes.
"Do you want to get Lily and James together?" the brunette asked.
Becca stuttered, "Well, yeah, but-"
"Then you *need* to do this," Remus said.
Sirius smiled evilly. "Go on, the love of your life awaits."
With a sigh, Becca reluctantly headed toward the greasy-haired Slytherin. Sirius pulled out a camera from nowhere.
"God help her, 'cause none of us will," Peter muttered.
*~*
Star-chan: Sorry, had to stick Ratty in here somewhere.
Neko: Yeah, right.
Star-chan: Shut up. By the way, Evil Willow wrote some of this, including the poems. On to the Reviewers!
Neko: Reviewers? People reviewed this?
Star-chan: Bug off. Anyway,
Headmaster Cromwell-Thanks, and I may check out the board soon.
Evil Willow-Thanks, and isn't Sev unpleasant to me all the time?
Himedono-
Neko: you mean she's not dead?
Star-chan: SHUT UP!
Himedono- Thanks, for Hart and the reviews. I guess a broken computer is a good reason not to update.
Star-chan: Well, see ya next time!
Neko: Or not.