How to Get Expelled
By: Akira
Rating: PG-13 (for minor language)
A/N: My first, ENJOY!
It was a day like any other at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so far.
The students had finally arrived from King's Cross station and were now waiting eagerly in the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony to begin so they could get to the upcoming feast. The usual chatter swelled through the hall as the students chatted of their adventures over the summer holidays, each received attention from their friends, stories growing by the minute, set to impress. They quieted when in came a group of scared looking first years with Professor McGonagall leading the way. Everyone immensely enjoyed this part of the feast as they watched each young, innocent face terrified by the weightiness of what was going on. This only added greatly to the pleasure of the older students as each remembered they're first evening at Hogwarts and their eventual stay in one of four different houses.
It seemed to not go quickly enough as name by name children were called, sorted and seated with their respective tables.
The students turned their attention to the old wizard who stood up in his chair, motioned for silence and cleared his throat. When every voice had died and every eyes turned to him Dumbledore presented his beginning of the year speech and announced for the feast to begin. All the students were knee deep in food and in heavy conversation when....BANG..
Suddenly every head turned towards the great oak doors which had burst open with a flourish of robes, rain and glares. A very distressed girl, drenched from head to foot by the rain stood shaking, her Weasley red hair soaked by the rain was plastered to her forehead and back, her eyes were fixated on the head table, deep black orbs glaring death, her Beauxbaton school issue uniform dripping all over the floor. She stood panting in the doorway, sneering something vicious.
"My name," she said clearly, the thick French accent rolling off her tongue, "is Angélique Dormiens, I am a transfer student `ere, I ope I am not late." Standing, luggage in hand, her auburn hair tousled and disheveled, clothes sticking to her womanly form only to reveal every appealing curve she seemed oblivious to her rather abrupt appearance. She could feel thousands of questioning eyes lying upon her, she had obviously disturbed them but there seemed to be a great deal of curiosity there too. "Good" she thought, "they're in for a good show." She dropped her luggage with a clatter on marble floor and as the sound bounced off the walls the hall once again was consumed with silence.
"Papa," she yelled, "Ow very nice it iz to zee you. " All heads turned toward the head table as the screeching of a chair resounded through the room. Professor Snape had arisen, both hands splayed out on the wooden table, dark robes swilling about dangerously. "You're late" was the only response he gave. *Oh Papa, iz that the only reply you can give your little prinzess? Of courze I would ave been ere zooner if a certain -zomeone- would ave told me where to go and which platform to board.... or did you forget? " Angélique asked shrilly her voice rising an octave.
"Angélique, you are creating a scene....stop this at once. " Snape stood fury rising upon his face waiting for his only daughter to back down, sit down or say something a little less insulting, he'd taught her to have nothing but respect......
Angélique was now making her way between the student tables heading towards the head table where she stopped and looked her father straight in the eye. "You want a scene, Papa? I'll give you a scene..... " her eyes narrowed thinly as she took a deep breath, "Ow dare you take me away from my home, my friends, my family.....I was going to be ead girl, I was going to be captain of my Quidditch team....and for wat? Zo you could take it all away from me!? Tear me from the only zing I know because you...... argh! Zo you could protect me? Papa, protect me from -him-, from Voldemort?" She paused as she heard gasps omitted from most students out of the corner of her eye she could see their mouths gaping wide open. Why so you could finally look in ze mirror and call yourzelf a father........?" Pure venom filled her voice as she practically spat up at her trembling father who was doing well in checking his emotions. Her comment hit him exactly where she was aiming, straight for his heart. Now Snape and Angélique both knew her comment was very much a lie for he was a father, a good one at that, he gave her everything she wanted, loved her to pieces , if he could he would hand her the world. But Angélique wasn't ready to stop, she wanted him to hurt like she was hurt and she wanted it to be harsh and painful.
"Angélique......" she heard her father hiss, "are you finished?"
The students were gaping. They may of thought Snape hated them but it was sure by the look on the professors face that he was neither impressed, nor happy. Some were actually feeling sorry for him, no matter what any one could say, that was a very low blow.
"Oh," cried Angélique, "but one mustn't be rude. I should introduce myself to all your co-workers and my fellow students!" she turned to Albus Dumbledore putting out her hand to shake, "yes, you are a smart man, no? Wat iz it you say about Dumbledore, Papa? Oh yes, I remember if only the stupid git ad a brain and started running his school properly maybe there wouldn't be so many idiots roaming ze alls! I remember you called him a moron and `oped for a better boss in the future." Smiling sweetly she turned to Minerva, "Oh and lets not forget Auntie McGonagall, ow she is just a spinster hoo favors her precious little Gryffindors becauze zey are so brave and kind, It makes you ill, no Papa? You say every year when you come home `how I hate that bloody old bat, she is nothing but prejudice and evil!` yea Papa? Every year you say the same thing......"
"ANGÉLIQUE" Snape roared, red in the face.
Ignoring him she whipped around on her heel and walked towards the Gryffindors, "Oh, Papa! These must be those bloody gits you rave about all summer long, yes the red and gold lion..... what do you say about them......let'z see..... Oh YES, were is our favorite celebrity Arry Potter, my my the stories I could tell there, Oh don't worry I wouldn't flatter yourself in wat e writes in `is letters, It certainly is nothing I would brag about, it iz not at all flattering being stupidly heroic and dumb in the head all the time, and of courze who could forget your sidekicks, little miss Know-it-all Hermione Granger and poor temperamental jealous Ronald Weazley, ze red `ead n'est-ce pas? Ohhhh but zat iz not all there is more, like Seamus the whore Finnigan who sleeps with everybody all ze time, Lavender ze slut brown and...... Oh! Where is Neville Longbottom? The walking catastrophe waiting to appen?" the Gryffindors trying to remember that Snape had said all of this and that this girl was only the bearer of bad news turned to look at Neville who had shrunk so far down in his seat only his forehead was visible. "Hmmmm but you are zo cute! You know Papa likes zee pretty boys, don't you Papa? Zat is why Neville always gets things wrong, no? So you can yell at him in ze face, yes? Because why on earth would you keep inviting zat slime ball of a cousin Malfoy over all ze time if not only to check out his pretty white ass? Yes Papa, it is only the best of ze best for you!" Angélique turned her eyes to the Slytherin table where Malfoy was glaring daggers at her, she blew him a kiss and winked, "Ya that is right, -you- my little blond cousin....... and I do mean LITTLE! But of course if you only take it up ze arse, what does size matter anyway?"
Snape's hand came down on her shoulder and she turned a thousand-watt smile to him, she opened her mouth to say something sickly sweet but was stopped by a large, cold hand covering her mouth. "Angélique Minionnette Dormiens, the pride and joy of my heart, for the love of all that is good, FERME LA. "
She nodded her head vigorously and very cautiously the hand was removed.
Turning unmistakably Snape eyes on the Headmaster she flashed him a grin and asked, "Am I now expelled?"
Dumbledore gave her a bright smile back, "Angélique, considering the forced hatred of your little display here I am afraid that separating you from your father, further may only result in physical danger upon your next meeting. As such, no you are not expelled and are welcome in our school. Besides I have -never- seen Professor Snape turn that shade of red before!"
"You are.....but no......I have ruined the respect for a teacher! I have..... disrupted your gathering in a rude and forced way....... You have to expel me! Please! Please Headmaster, I beg you! Expel me please! Please for ze love of all zat is good, EXPEL ME!" on her knees, eyes full of tears, hands clasped in front of her she pleaded.
"Mionette, get up now- I can't believe you would -beg- in front of me."
"Like you beg in front of Malfoy while on you knees?"
"How DARE YOU!" came an outraged cry from the Slytherin table.
"To deny is to prove ze truth, n'est-ce pas, le *petit* dragon?"
By: Akira
Rating: PG-13 (for minor language)
A/N: My first, ENJOY!
It was a day like any other at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so far.
The students had finally arrived from King's Cross station and were now waiting eagerly in the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony to begin so they could get to the upcoming feast. The usual chatter swelled through the hall as the students chatted of their adventures over the summer holidays, each received attention from their friends, stories growing by the minute, set to impress. They quieted when in came a group of scared looking first years with Professor McGonagall leading the way. Everyone immensely enjoyed this part of the feast as they watched each young, innocent face terrified by the weightiness of what was going on. This only added greatly to the pleasure of the older students as each remembered they're first evening at Hogwarts and their eventual stay in one of four different houses.
It seemed to not go quickly enough as name by name children were called, sorted and seated with their respective tables.
The students turned their attention to the old wizard who stood up in his chair, motioned for silence and cleared his throat. When every voice had died and every eyes turned to him Dumbledore presented his beginning of the year speech and announced for the feast to begin. All the students were knee deep in food and in heavy conversation when....BANG..
Suddenly every head turned towards the great oak doors which had burst open with a flourish of robes, rain and glares. A very distressed girl, drenched from head to foot by the rain stood shaking, her Weasley red hair soaked by the rain was plastered to her forehead and back, her eyes were fixated on the head table, deep black orbs glaring death, her Beauxbaton school issue uniform dripping all over the floor. She stood panting in the doorway, sneering something vicious.
"My name," she said clearly, the thick French accent rolling off her tongue, "is Angélique Dormiens, I am a transfer student `ere, I ope I am not late." Standing, luggage in hand, her auburn hair tousled and disheveled, clothes sticking to her womanly form only to reveal every appealing curve she seemed oblivious to her rather abrupt appearance. She could feel thousands of questioning eyes lying upon her, she had obviously disturbed them but there seemed to be a great deal of curiosity there too. "Good" she thought, "they're in for a good show." She dropped her luggage with a clatter on marble floor and as the sound bounced off the walls the hall once again was consumed with silence.
"Papa," she yelled, "Ow very nice it iz to zee you. " All heads turned toward the head table as the screeching of a chair resounded through the room. Professor Snape had arisen, both hands splayed out on the wooden table, dark robes swilling about dangerously. "You're late" was the only response he gave. *Oh Papa, iz that the only reply you can give your little prinzess? Of courze I would ave been ere zooner if a certain -zomeone- would ave told me where to go and which platform to board.... or did you forget? " Angélique asked shrilly her voice rising an octave.
"Angélique, you are creating a scene....stop this at once. " Snape stood fury rising upon his face waiting for his only daughter to back down, sit down or say something a little less insulting, he'd taught her to have nothing but respect......
Angélique was now making her way between the student tables heading towards the head table where she stopped and looked her father straight in the eye. "You want a scene, Papa? I'll give you a scene..... " her eyes narrowed thinly as she took a deep breath, "Ow dare you take me away from my home, my friends, my family.....I was going to be ead girl, I was going to be captain of my Quidditch team....and for wat? Zo you could take it all away from me!? Tear me from the only zing I know because you...... argh! Zo you could protect me? Papa, protect me from -him-, from Voldemort?" She paused as she heard gasps omitted from most students out of the corner of her eye she could see their mouths gaping wide open. Why so you could finally look in ze mirror and call yourzelf a father........?" Pure venom filled her voice as she practically spat up at her trembling father who was doing well in checking his emotions. Her comment hit him exactly where she was aiming, straight for his heart. Now Snape and Angélique both knew her comment was very much a lie for he was a father, a good one at that, he gave her everything she wanted, loved her to pieces , if he could he would hand her the world. But Angélique wasn't ready to stop, she wanted him to hurt like she was hurt and she wanted it to be harsh and painful.
"Angélique......" she heard her father hiss, "are you finished?"
The students were gaping. They may of thought Snape hated them but it was sure by the look on the professors face that he was neither impressed, nor happy. Some were actually feeling sorry for him, no matter what any one could say, that was a very low blow.
"Oh," cried Angélique, "but one mustn't be rude. I should introduce myself to all your co-workers and my fellow students!" she turned to Albus Dumbledore putting out her hand to shake, "yes, you are a smart man, no? Wat iz it you say about Dumbledore, Papa? Oh yes, I remember if only the stupid git ad a brain and started running his school properly maybe there wouldn't be so many idiots roaming ze alls! I remember you called him a moron and `oped for a better boss in the future." Smiling sweetly she turned to Minerva, "Oh and lets not forget Auntie McGonagall, ow she is just a spinster hoo favors her precious little Gryffindors becauze zey are so brave and kind, It makes you ill, no Papa? You say every year when you come home `how I hate that bloody old bat, she is nothing but prejudice and evil!` yea Papa? Every year you say the same thing......"
"ANGÉLIQUE" Snape roared, red in the face.
Ignoring him she whipped around on her heel and walked towards the Gryffindors, "Oh, Papa! These must be those bloody gits you rave about all summer long, yes the red and gold lion..... what do you say about them......let'z see..... Oh YES, were is our favorite celebrity Arry Potter, my my the stories I could tell there, Oh don't worry I wouldn't flatter yourself in wat e writes in `is letters, It certainly is nothing I would brag about, it iz not at all flattering being stupidly heroic and dumb in the head all the time, and of courze who could forget your sidekicks, little miss Know-it-all Hermione Granger and poor temperamental jealous Ronald Weazley, ze red `ead n'est-ce pas? Ohhhh but zat iz not all there is more, like Seamus the whore Finnigan who sleeps with everybody all ze time, Lavender ze slut brown and...... Oh! Where is Neville Longbottom? The walking catastrophe waiting to appen?" the Gryffindors trying to remember that Snape had said all of this and that this girl was only the bearer of bad news turned to look at Neville who had shrunk so far down in his seat only his forehead was visible. "Hmmmm but you are zo cute! You know Papa likes zee pretty boys, don't you Papa? Zat is why Neville always gets things wrong, no? So you can yell at him in ze face, yes? Because why on earth would you keep inviting zat slime ball of a cousin Malfoy over all ze time if not only to check out his pretty white ass? Yes Papa, it is only the best of ze best for you!" Angélique turned her eyes to the Slytherin table where Malfoy was glaring daggers at her, she blew him a kiss and winked, "Ya that is right, -you- my little blond cousin....... and I do mean LITTLE! But of course if you only take it up ze arse, what does size matter anyway?"
Snape's hand came down on her shoulder and she turned a thousand-watt smile to him, she opened her mouth to say something sickly sweet but was stopped by a large, cold hand covering her mouth. "Angélique Minionnette Dormiens, the pride and joy of my heart, for the love of all that is good, FERME LA. "
She nodded her head vigorously and very cautiously the hand was removed.
Turning unmistakably Snape eyes on the Headmaster she flashed him a grin and asked, "Am I now expelled?"
Dumbledore gave her a bright smile back, "Angélique, considering the forced hatred of your little display here I am afraid that separating you from your father, further may only result in physical danger upon your next meeting. As such, no you are not expelled and are welcome in our school. Besides I have -never- seen Professor Snape turn that shade of red before!"
"You are.....but no......I have ruined the respect for a teacher! I have..... disrupted your gathering in a rude and forced way....... You have to expel me! Please! Please Headmaster, I beg you! Expel me please! Please for ze love of all zat is good, EXPEL ME!" on her knees, eyes full of tears, hands clasped in front of her she pleaded.
"Mionette, get up now- I can't believe you would -beg- in front of me."
"Like you beg in front of Malfoy while on you knees?"
"How DARE YOU!" came an outraged cry from the Slytherin table.
"To deny is to prove ze truth, n'est-ce pas, le *petit* dragon?"