Chapter 7: Professor McGongall
Professor Snape stood at his laboratory table and worked diligently on a particularly special evilly brewing and smelling potion. Hermione had brought strange things to light with her questions. A grey tabby jumped up on the table and eyed him curiously. She quickly got bored and made an insistent meow. The tall dark slithery professor ignored her. He was really caught up in his potion making. So, she did what all cats did when ignored. She swatted at the beaker, knocking it out of his hand for it to crash to the floor in a mess. Snape hissed a volatile curse.
The cat changed into the formidable Professor McGongall, sitting across the table in a catty sort of way in front of the stoic stone faced Snape. He looked up from his ruined work at the catty somber woman on his work table.
"How may I help you, my dear professor McGongall?" he asked coldly.
"Did you tell Miss Granger anything about the Holy Relic of Vecna?" she demanded in a voice that dripped of ice.
"Somewhat," he replied offhandedly.
"You know it is forbidden to talk of such things. You've been very naughty," she pointed out, as she wagged a claw like finger at him. "You will have to be punished."
A smile slithered across his face.
Professor Snape stood at his laboratory table and worked diligently on a particularly special evilly brewing and smelling potion. Hermione had brought strange things to light with her questions. A grey tabby jumped up on the table and eyed him curiously. She quickly got bored and made an insistent meow. The tall dark slithery professor ignored her. He was really caught up in his potion making. So, she did what all cats did when ignored. She swatted at the beaker, knocking it out of his hand for it to crash to the floor in a mess. Snape hissed a volatile curse.
The cat changed into the formidable Professor McGongall, sitting across the table in a catty sort of way in front of the stoic stone faced Snape. He looked up from his ruined work at the catty somber woman on his work table.
"How may I help you, my dear professor McGongall?" he asked coldly.
"Did you tell Miss Granger anything about the Holy Relic of Vecna?" she demanded in a voice that dripped of ice.
"Somewhat," he replied offhandedly.
"You know it is forbidden to talk of such things. You've been very naughty," she pointed out, as she wagged a claw like finger at him. "You will have to be punished."
A smile slithered across his face.
