Harry sighed, drumming his hands on his desk. He wished Potions would end
dreadfully soon - Snape was getting on his nerves, picking on Neville and
the other Gryffindors for the pettiest things.
Turning to Ron, he sighed. "Ron, let's ditch next class, okay?" he whispered behind his Potions book.
"Are you bloody serious?" demanded Ron. He gave him an aggravated look. "Hermione's gonna kill us! Our NEWTS are not too far away."
"So? We can make it up." trailed Harry, eager to ditch his Transfigurations class.
"Sure nothing's wrong with you in the head?" Ron said, pausing.
"Fine," muttered Harry, slamming his book shut. "I'm leaving."
"No! Don't! What are you doing?" Ron said pleadingly, glancing at Professor Snape. "Snape'll catch you and you'll have double detention!" Harry had already gotten a detention for standing up to Neville Longbottom.
"Whatever, I've had enough," Harry said through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at the back of Professor Snape's head. Shoving his textbook in his bookbag, he slung it over his shoulder and quietly left the classroom, leaving Ron agitated in his seat, all alone.
Hermione gasped when she saw him leave, then turned quickly to Professor Snape, seeing if he'd noticed. He hadn't. He was too busy correcting Neville's handwriting, spit flying from his mouth as he tried in vain to correct Neville's messy handwriting.
Finally, he hissed at Neville, "Ten points from Gryffindor! By the end of the day tomorrow, you are to CORRECT YOUR HANDWRITING!" he bellowed. "Got it?" he added in an undertone silkily.
"Y-y-yes P-professor." muttered Neville, almost cowering in his seat.
Nodding curtly, he continued in his lecturing.
Hermione sighed angrily, making impatient noises. Professor Snape turned to her. "Something wrong, Granger?" he asked, staring levelly at her.
"No sir," she said brightly, staring back at him equally. Potions had better end fast, or I swear I'll blow up, thought Hermione.
Turning to Ron, he sighed. "Ron, let's ditch next class, okay?" he whispered behind his Potions book.
"Are you bloody serious?" demanded Ron. He gave him an aggravated look. "Hermione's gonna kill us! Our NEWTS are not too far away."
"So? We can make it up." trailed Harry, eager to ditch his Transfigurations class.
"Sure nothing's wrong with you in the head?" Ron said, pausing.
"Fine," muttered Harry, slamming his book shut. "I'm leaving."
"No! Don't! What are you doing?" Ron said pleadingly, glancing at Professor Snape. "Snape'll catch you and you'll have double detention!" Harry had already gotten a detention for standing up to Neville Longbottom.
"Whatever, I've had enough," Harry said through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at the back of Professor Snape's head. Shoving his textbook in his bookbag, he slung it over his shoulder and quietly left the classroom, leaving Ron agitated in his seat, all alone.
Hermione gasped when she saw him leave, then turned quickly to Professor Snape, seeing if he'd noticed. He hadn't. He was too busy correcting Neville's handwriting, spit flying from his mouth as he tried in vain to correct Neville's messy handwriting.
Finally, he hissed at Neville, "Ten points from Gryffindor! By the end of the day tomorrow, you are to CORRECT YOUR HANDWRITING!" he bellowed. "Got it?" he added in an undertone silkily.
"Y-y-yes P-professor." muttered Neville, almost cowering in his seat.
Nodding curtly, he continued in his lecturing.
Hermione sighed angrily, making impatient noises. Professor Snape turned to her. "Something wrong, Granger?" he asked, staring levelly at her.
"No sir," she said brightly, staring back at him equally. Potions had better end fast, or I swear I'll blow up, thought Hermione.