Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Why anybody would want that Scarhead is beyond me, but I don't own him. Thankfully.

A/N: Sara gets on her smart-ass personality! w00t! And Snape gets mad, and Sara goes beyond the line of fair play. Voila, a perfect chapter. *snorts* Yeah right, C'est ca, but it's a nice thought anyway. I can't do reviewer responses this chapter, because I don't have the Internet where I'm typing, sorry. I'll do them next chapter.

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"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," Sara quipped. Potter looked at her.

"Sara, right? Sara Monroe? Well, Sara, welcome to Hogwarts. You won't get anywhere far if you make friends with him." Potter said, gesturing to Draco. "I can help you there."

Sara looked at him. "Who do you think I am? Some Gryffindor Mudblood loving freak? I'm a Slytherin, Potter, and damn proud of it."

The Gryffindors looked furious at the mention of Mudbloods. Sara laughed. "Don't be surprised. I know all about you, Harry Potter. Ron Weasley. Hermione Granger."

"Sara, stop it. Don't make fun of them," Jessi told her.


"Why? You never had a problem with it before. You always said that he needed anger management class," Sara said, beginning to laugh as she though of something she had once heard about anger management class. "Mer… ma… ner!" she choked out. Everybody looked at her like she was crazy. Sara stopped laughing at once.

"Anyway, Potter, is there a reason you're here? Or is your lowly form begging for some attention? I'm sure your groupies" here Sara began laughing again because she remembered something she had heard involving groupies, "will be able to give you attention. So leave now."

"Who died and left you in charge?" Potter asked slyly. Sara looked at him and raised an eyebrow as the Gryffindors burst into laughter.


"Potter, that's so fourth grade."

"Oh, and teasing innocent people isn't?" Hermione shot back. Sara began to giggle at the thought of the Gryffindors being 'innocent'.

"At… least… I'm… not… responsible… for… a… person's… death…" Sara giggled out. By the looks on the Gryffindor Trio's faces, she knew she had struck a nerve.

"SHUT UP!" Ron roared, lunging at Sara. Potter and Hermione grabbed his robes, murmuring to him to calm down. Sara cackled evilly.

"I seem to have struck a nerve with that comment," she said, ignoring the interested looks on Blaise and Draco's faces, and the murderous looks on the Gryffindor's faces.

"Sara, that was low," Sally commented. "Please, could you try to get along, at least?"

"Tried," Sara grinned, "but failed." She laughed and walked away. "Ciao!" she waved. Draco and Blaise followed her.

"Where did that come from?" Blaise giggled, once they were out of earshot of the Gryffindor gang. Sara smiled secretively.

"Not telling."

"And what did you mean, he was responsible for a person's death?" Draco asked, a thoughtful look on his face. Sara's face fell.

"I shouldn't have said anything," Sara said, chewing worriedly on her lip. "It was a very low blow, and I should have known better."

"Come on, you're a Slytherin. That's what we do!" Blaise coaxed.

Sara remained adamant. "No. Oh, and as an afterthought, Blaise, stay out of my trunk if you value your life."

Blaise nodded, though she was smirking. Sara glared at her.

"Say it…" Sara warned.

"Fine. I'll stay out of your trunk," Blaise muttered sullenly. Sara smiled.

"Okay, let's go to Potions!"

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In about five minutes, the Slytherin trio (actually, it was a quintet, since Crabbe and Goyle were with them, but they're not important) reached the dungeons. Sara set up her cauldron next to Blaise's, at the edge of the Gryffindor/Slytherin dividing line, and looked around for Sally and Jessi. Neither of them were there, so she waited, chatting with Blaise and Draco (who was two cauldrons away from Blaise, Crabbe was between them).

Finally, the waited-for duo arrived. Jessi scanned the room with her eyes, looking at Sara as Sara eagerly patted the seats next to her. Jessi said something to Sally, and the pair began moving in Sara's direction.

As soon as they reached Sara, she promptly put her head tiredly on Sally's shoulder.

"Tired?" Sally smirked. Sara would have rolled her eyes, had they been open.

"When am I not?" Sara retorted, her eyes still closed.

"Sara, why can't you leave off Harry?" Jessi complained.

Sara sighed and took her head off Sally's shoulder. "Because I'm a bitch."

"Don't say that, you're not a bitch… usually. But, really, why?" Sally asked.

"Because I'm not nice to the people I don't like?"

"…OK, good point…"

"Yeah. So, when does class start?" Sara wondered.

"Right now," Draco whispered to her. She spotted Professor Snape coming into the room, his cloak swirling behind him (she almost giggled at how vampire-like he looked). Time for some fun…

(Hehe, I almost stopped here, just to annoy you. But I decided not to, as I have another page written on paper, and the chapter is only 760 words so far.)

"We seem to have three new students in the class," Professor Snape commented, looking at his roll-call list. "Miss Zhang, what is the main ingredient in a basic Truth Potion?"

Hermione raised her hand. Sally looked stumped. "I don't know, sir."

"Very well, Miss Monroe?"

Sara's head shot up from where she had been "painting" her nails with Sharpie permanent marker. "How the hell should I know? You're the professor! Besides, if you don't know that and Hermione does, maybe you should consider another profession and let Hermione teach the class."

He looked furious. Oops, Sara thought. Maybe I should've quit while I was ahead… Oh! That reminds me of something…

"Professor, if winners never quit, and quitters never win, where did the saying 'Quit while you're ahead' come from?"

Snape looked absolutely outraged at her random comment. "Five points from Slytherin for your cheek, Monroe. And detention."

"YAY!" Sara shouted with the intent of making him more mad (hey, it was funny to see a vein in his temple throb!). By now, most of the class was snorting with laughter, especially Sally and Jessi.

"Monroe. Outside. Now."

Sara smirked, gathered her things, and slowly walked to the door, bowing every couple of seconds as the laughter rose. She pocketed the Sharpie and opened the door. She took one last bow before stepping outside and letting the dungeon door slam loudly.

"Now then…" Snape said, ending the laughter as he started the lesson.

Outside, Sara was partially regretting being outside, as she now couldn't see Snape bully Harry. Oh well, she thought. There would be plenty of other chances to see Potter get bullied.

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