"My secret love is a wheel of cheese!" cried Ron.
"She looks yummy," harry said.
"You dolt, that's our friend! and the brains behind the operation! we're totally fucked!"
"900 points from Gryffindor for such language, Weasley," Snape said. he then pulled out his wand. *swoon* wait… his wand… oh his actual wand. *unswoon*
"I sure hope I remember how to do this," Snape said, aiming his wand at Hermione Cheese-Wheel. Ron and Harry swallowed hard and didn't blink - the ultimate Harry Potter sign that this is Very Grave. Snape muttered something and a knife and plate appeared beside Hermione Cheese-Wheel. "Let's eat!" Snape announced.
"While it has always been my dream to eat Hermione, I'm afraid I can't allow this, Severus."
"What the hell? Since when do you speak intelligently, Ron?"
"Since when do you address teachers by their first names? 900 points from Gryffindor."
At that moment, Madam Hooch rounded the corner, looking stern and still wearing her freaky Quidditch goggles. Snape screamed like a girl and ran away, leaving Hermione uneaten. Madam Hooch picked up the cheese wheel and headed for the hospital wing, Harry and Ron on her tail.
Snape stole quietly to McGonagall's rooms and took back the mirror. He placed it sneakily in Argus Filch's rooms. Behind something, because if Filch caught sight of himself in a mirror, he'd have killed himself on the spot. Snape then sat back and waited for the magic to unfold. He didn't have to wait long. A spill in the second floor corridor brought Filch out for the first time since Snape had palced the mirror. When Filch showed up with his mop, there were tears running down his cheeks. "Why, Argus, whatever's wrong?" Snape asked, sickenling sweet.
"I'm hearing voices again, Professor. Mrs. Norris hears it too, she told me so. She said the voices are saying nice things to her, but it's being simply awful to me."
"Okay, your cat talks to you?"
"Of course. I love her. She's the daughter I never had."
"Right… I think I can fix your problem, Argus. I'll go to your room immediately." Snape took the mirror away. The man had problems enough, he reasoned.
Now where to put the mirror? Sorting Hat to the rescue! "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted when Snape placed it upon the mirror. "Yes, but WHO in Gryffindor?"
"GRYFFINDOR!!!"
"You dolt."
With no more options, Snape decided to leave the mirror in Dumbledore's office for safe-keeping. Dumbledore, while being exceptionally twinkly, was also quite intelligent and probably wouldn't fall victim to the mirror.
"She looks yummy," harry said.
"You dolt, that's our friend! and the brains behind the operation! we're totally fucked!"
"900 points from Gryffindor for such language, Weasley," Snape said. he then pulled out his wand. *swoon* wait… his wand… oh his actual wand. *unswoon*
"I sure hope I remember how to do this," Snape said, aiming his wand at Hermione Cheese-Wheel. Ron and Harry swallowed hard and didn't blink - the ultimate Harry Potter sign that this is Very Grave. Snape muttered something and a knife and plate appeared beside Hermione Cheese-Wheel. "Let's eat!" Snape announced.
"While it has always been my dream to eat Hermione, I'm afraid I can't allow this, Severus."
"What the hell? Since when do you speak intelligently, Ron?"
"Since when do you address teachers by their first names? 900 points from Gryffindor."
At that moment, Madam Hooch rounded the corner, looking stern and still wearing her freaky Quidditch goggles. Snape screamed like a girl and ran away, leaving Hermione uneaten. Madam Hooch picked up the cheese wheel and headed for the hospital wing, Harry and Ron on her tail.
Snape stole quietly to McGonagall's rooms and took back the mirror. He placed it sneakily in Argus Filch's rooms. Behind something, because if Filch caught sight of himself in a mirror, he'd have killed himself on the spot. Snape then sat back and waited for the magic to unfold. He didn't have to wait long. A spill in the second floor corridor brought Filch out for the first time since Snape had palced the mirror. When Filch showed up with his mop, there were tears running down his cheeks. "Why, Argus, whatever's wrong?" Snape asked, sickenling sweet.
"I'm hearing voices again, Professor. Mrs. Norris hears it too, she told me so. She said the voices are saying nice things to her, but it's being simply awful to me."
"Okay, your cat talks to you?"
"Of course. I love her. She's the daughter I never had."
"Right… I think I can fix your problem, Argus. I'll go to your room immediately." Snape took the mirror away. The man had problems enough, he reasoned.
Now where to put the mirror? Sorting Hat to the rescue! "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted when Snape placed it upon the mirror. "Yes, but WHO in Gryffindor?"
"GRYFFINDOR!!!"
"You dolt."
With no more options, Snape decided to leave the mirror in Dumbledore's office for safe-keeping. Dumbledore, while being exceptionally twinkly, was also quite intelligent and probably wouldn't fall victim to the mirror.