-MIRROR MIRROR
By : Piton
CHAPTER 6
It had been two days and neither Tethys nor Hydra were speaking to each other. Snape knew it had something to do with their argument in the hall, and he had the strange feeling that it was because of him.
Today he was supposed to give them their first potion class and as Dumbledore had asked him, he was supposed to give them a brief knowledge of subjects. If he had time in the afternoon, he would train them on Charms.
He had tried several times to corner Tethys and confront her about her little talk with her old friend, in the forbidden forest, but she somehow managed to escape every time. So he decided to wait and observe her.
Hydra was the first one to arrive, and she seemed excited to start. "Hello Professor Snape, " she said smiling.
He rolled his eyes and asked her to sit down. He couldn't understand why she had to smile at him all the time, wasn't she the least bit intimidated? He waved his wand at the board and the instructions for a potion appeared. It was one of the basic potions to cure boils, given to first years.
"Oh that's pretty easy, are you going to give us theory as well? I already went over everything in both books I bought, so I hope you can show us something new," she said.
"It would be good if you showed me you can make a simple potion first!" He started pacing, "Just because you read a couple of books, doesn't mean you're qualified to learn advanced potions! Potion making is very complex; it's a subtle science and an exact art... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the sen... "
Tethys pushing the door opened, interrupted Snape. She snorted and moved to sit on the other end of the class, far away from Hydra.
"May I ask you what you find so funny, Miss Tethys?" He asked narrowing his eyes.
"Hmm the speech, I was warned about it, " she said amused.
"What?"
"Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster, they made quite a good impression on your first potion class' speech."
Hydra burst out laughing, even if she was mad at Tethys, she couldn't help seeing the expression on Snape's face.
"Silence!" He said looking at Hydra and turning to Tethys, "And you are late, so read the instructions and start your potion!"
He turned on his heels and sat on his desk, glaring at both of them. While Hydra and Tethys couldn't shake off the thought of how good he looked when he was mad.
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Snape was surprised that they both did well for a first class, especially Hydra, she was a natural, he rarely saw those and she had the talent for it. Tethys didn't seemed too inclined for that subject, considering her past and her interest in that dark arts book back in Diagon Alley, she was probably going to do well in defense against the dark arts.
At the end Tethys promptly left, but Hydra approached his desk. "I was wondering, Professor, do you think that if we increase the amount of the crushed snake fangs to three tablespoons, wouldn't that help ease the pain while the boils are being healed?"
Snape's eyebrow shot high, "And why would you need that? The potion works fast enough to cure the boils before the pain is too strong."
"Yes, but I read on Most Potente Potions that while this potion is simple and efficient, it causes a lot of burning before the boils disappear. Now, considering that the snake fangs work well as an anesthetic, the mere increase of it would give the patient a little relief from the burning," she finished, only then taking time to breath.
Snape stared at her for a moment and it occurred to him that she might be right, but he wasn't going to let her get too ahead of herself. "I will think about it, maybe next class you can put to practice this theory of yours. You are dismissed."
When she left, she thought she heard him mutter, "Another bloody Granger..."
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Professor Snape had a space on his schedule in the afternoon and the sisters moved on to Charms. Tethys was doing great, but Hydra was having a little trouble concentrating on the charm. Her wand kept distracting her with the constant talking. At some point Hydra was yelling back at her wand and Snape was hard pressed to make them stop.
"Will you shut up!" She yelled.
"Why should I listen to you?" The wand replied. "What do you know about magic anyway?"
"Without me you're doomed to spend your life in some shelf!" Hydra was shaking with anger.
"Ohhh that sounds more exciting than spending my time with you!"
"I never in my life thought an inanimate object would be so sarcastic!"
"I am not an object, I reside in one and if you were any considerate, you would treat me with more respect," the wand retorted.
Snape's patience ran out he ripped the wand out of Hydra's hand and put a silencing charm on it. Handing the wand back to her, so they could go back to work.
Hydra was extremely thankful for that and made a mental note to look up that spell when she got the chance. So as it went, the rest of the class ran smoothly as could be with two sisters refusing to talk to each other.
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By : Piton
CHAPTER 6
It had been two days and neither Tethys nor Hydra were speaking to each other. Snape knew it had something to do with their argument in the hall, and he had the strange feeling that it was because of him.
Today he was supposed to give them their first potion class and as Dumbledore had asked him, he was supposed to give them a brief knowledge of subjects. If he had time in the afternoon, he would train them on Charms.
He had tried several times to corner Tethys and confront her about her little talk with her old friend, in the forbidden forest, but she somehow managed to escape every time. So he decided to wait and observe her.
Hydra was the first one to arrive, and she seemed excited to start. "Hello Professor Snape, " she said smiling.
He rolled his eyes and asked her to sit down. He couldn't understand why she had to smile at him all the time, wasn't she the least bit intimidated? He waved his wand at the board and the instructions for a potion appeared. It was one of the basic potions to cure boils, given to first years.
"Oh that's pretty easy, are you going to give us theory as well? I already went over everything in both books I bought, so I hope you can show us something new," she said.
"It would be good if you showed me you can make a simple potion first!" He started pacing, "Just because you read a couple of books, doesn't mean you're qualified to learn advanced potions! Potion making is very complex; it's a subtle science and an exact art... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the sen... "
Tethys pushing the door opened, interrupted Snape. She snorted and moved to sit on the other end of the class, far away from Hydra.
"May I ask you what you find so funny, Miss Tethys?" He asked narrowing his eyes.
"Hmm the speech, I was warned about it, " she said amused.
"What?"
"Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster, they made quite a good impression on your first potion class' speech."
Hydra burst out laughing, even if she was mad at Tethys, she couldn't help seeing the expression on Snape's face.
"Silence!" He said looking at Hydra and turning to Tethys, "And you are late, so read the instructions and start your potion!"
He turned on his heels and sat on his desk, glaring at both of them. While Hydra and Tethys couldn't shake off the thought of how good he looked when he was mad.
............................................................................ .
Snape was surprised that they both did well for a first class, especially Hydra, she was a natural, he rarely saw those and she had the talent for it. Tethys didn't seemed too inclined for that subject, considering her past and her interest in that dark arts book back in Diagon Alley, she was probably going to do well in defense against the dark arts.
At the end Tethys promptly left, but Hydra approached his desk. "I was wondering, Professor, do you think that if we increase the amount of the crushed snake fangs to three tablespoons, wouldn't that help ease the pain while the boils are being healed?"
Snape's eyebrow shot high, "And why would you need that? The potion works fast enough to cure the boils before the pain is too strong."
"Yes, but I read on Most Potente Potions that while this potion is simple and efficient, it causes a lot of burning before the boils disappear. Now, considering that the snake fangs work well as an anesthetic, the mere increase of it would give the patient a little relief from the burning," she finished, only then taking time to breath.
Snape stared at her for a moment and it occurred to him that she might be right, but he wasn't going to let her get too ahead of herself. "I will think about it, maybe next class you can put to practice this theory of yours. You are dismissed."
When she left, she thought she heard him mutter, "Another bloody Granger..."
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Professor Snape had a space on his schedule in the afternoon and the sisters moved on to Charms. Tethys was doing great, but Hydra was having a little trouble concentrating on the charm. Her wand kept distracting her with the constant talking. At some point Hydra was yelling back at her wand and Snape was hard pressed to make them stop.
"Will you shut up!" She yelled.
"Why should I listen to you?" The wand replied. "What do you know about magic anyway?"
"Without me you're doomed to spend your life in some shelf!" Hydra was shaking with anger.
"Ohhh that sounds more exciting than spending my time with you!"
"I never in my life thought an inanimate object would be so sarcastic!"
"I am not an object, I reside in one and if you were any considerate, you would treat me with more respect," the wand retorted.
Snape's patience ran out he ripped the wand out of Hydra's hand and put a silencing charm on it. Handing the wand back to her, so they could go back to work.
Hydra was extremely thankful for that and made a mental note to look up that spell when she got the chance. So as it went, the rest of the class ran smoothly as could be with two sisters refusing to talk to each other.
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