Disclamier: Snape, and the rest of the HP characters don't belong to me, They belong to the great JK. sigh
Only Amelia and the made up species are mine. o.o;
Severus hastily stepped into his first potions lesson after a hearty breakfast. Whatever was in his breakfast had certainly pepped him a little, and he made his usual dramatic entrance to his lesson, with a quick but powerful stride, cape billowing, and he commanded total silence and attention immediatly.
As he did to all his lesons, Severus began with the register.
"Draco...Potter..." he stopped, "...Miss Simander."
He gave Amelia one of his trademark glares that made her breathing heavy, as though she were scared stiff.
"As the newest student it is my duty to see how well you fair in potions. I must tell you, I won't put up with failures." As he said this he eyed a rather clumsy looking boy at the back, who stared at his feet in shame.
"I'll use the same questions on her as I did Potter," he thought, as those were complicated questions, even for 6th years.
"Tell me, were would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"
Someone must've put their hand up, somewhere at the back of the room, as Severus gave a death stare in that direction.
Amelia shuffled her feet nervously, before looking up into his eyes.
"The stomach of a goat, Sir."
Severus cocked his eyebrows. He titled his head a little to the left, as he searched his mind for a more complicated question.
"Name two ingredients I could use to make a potion that would cure boils."
"U-Uh....uhm, Snake Fangs, dried nettles.....you could also use porcupine quills and-"
"Enough," Severus snapped, "I only asked for two."
Severus saw Amelia gulp uncomfortably, looking at the parchment laid out in front of her. It was only then that he noticed that she still had large rings under her eyes, and a sickly look about her. She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger shyly.
"Well, you obviously seem to have some knowledge. But I must tell you, those were first year standard questions, and you seemed to have difficulty with them...I wanted a two-parchment long essay on making this-" Severus held out a book that had its page turned on something called "Polyjuice Potion", "by tommorow morning. Step-by-step, in the correct order."
He watched Amelia look at the desk again, looking quite upset, as his lip curled into a smirk.
"Severus, honestly, you really shouldn't be so hard on new students," Proffesor Flitwick told Snape, after he left his classroom.
"Just breaking her in, shall we say. I am, quite honestly, fed up with students who don't appreciate the fine art of potions, and i decided to get the point across there and then. I don't want any trouble from her."
They continued to argue over the matter as they climbed the stairs that led up to the staffroom. Snape rammed his shoulder against the wooden door (which had been sticking lately), and it gave way. The staffroom was especially warm, seeing as winter had now begun to settle in. Through the criss-crossed window Snape could see the sky starting to turn a dark navy, despite it only being half past four in the afternoon.
The memories of the night when he saw that strange creature suddenly came back to him. He seized a nearby quill and scrap piece of parchment, and scribbled the creature, trying to remember of its fine details. He picked it up and walked over to Rubeus Hagrid, who was sitting in the corner near the fire.
Hagris jumped back slightly when he saw Severus thrust the doodle into his face.
"Well, uh, Proffesor Snape, it's certainly a nice drawing...."
Snape's head drooped in digust, "I don't want you to evaluate my little drawing, you idiot, I need you to tell me what creature it is. You're the person with all the know of magical creatures, so tell me: what the hell is it?"
Hagrid took the picture from him, and squinted his eyes as he examined it, turning it around every so often.
"Ah! Dammit, I know this one..."
"Then bloody tell me!" Snape snapped, now getting very impaitent.
"Ah, thassaone. It's a Chido, they're rare creatures, only about a thousand or so left in the world. They're one third wolf, on third phoenix, and the other third is a total mystery, but it seems to be related to griffons and Hippogriffs, too." Hagrid looked pleased with himself.
"Well, are they native here, in England?"
"Oh, goodness gracious no. They need warm climates, these creatures do."
Snape snatched the picture back and pinned it up on the teachers noticeboard, scribbling under it 'If you have seen this creature lately tell Severus immediatly', before storming off to lunch.
Ah, sooooo, whats a chido doing over here? Find out next time on Medabots! I mean, uh...yeah. BTW, Chido is pronounced 'KEE-doe'.
Only Amelia and the made up species are mine. o.o;
Severus hastily stepped into his first potions lesson after a hearty breakfast. Whatever was in his breakfast had certainly pepped him a little, and he made his usual dramatic entrance to his lesson, with a quick but powerful stride, cape billowing, and he commanded total silence and attention immediatly.
As he did to all his lesons, Severus began with the register.
"Draco...Potter..." he stopped, "...Miss Simander."
He gave Amelia one of his trademark glares that made her breathing heavy, as though she were scared stiff.
"As the newest student it is my duty to see how well you fair in potions. I must tell you, I won't put up with failures." As he said this he eyed a rather clumsy looking boy at the back, who stared at his feet in shame.
"I'll use the same questions on her as I did Potter," he thought, as those were complicated questions, even for 6th years.
"Tell me, were would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"
Someone must've put their hand up, somewhere at the back of the room, as Severus gave a death stare in that direction.
Amelia shuffled her feet nervously, before looking up into his eyes.
"The stomach of a goat, Sir."
Severus cocked his eyebrows. He titled his head a little to the left, as he searched his mind for a more complicated question.
"Name two ingredients I could use to make a potion that would cure boils."
"U-Uh....uhm, Snake Fangs, dried nettles.....you could also use porcupine quills and-"
"Enough," Severus snapped, "I only asked for two."
Severus saw Amelia gulp uncomfortably, looking at the parchment laid out in front of her. It was only then that he noticed that she still had large rings under her eyes, and a sickly look about her. She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger shyly.
"Well, you obviously seem to have some knowledge. But I must tell you, those were first year standard questions, and you seemed to have difficulty with them...I wanted a two-parchment long essay on making this-" Severus held out a book that had its page turned on something called "Polyjuice Potion", "by tommorow morning. Step-by-step, in the correct order."
He watched Amelia look at the desk again, looking quite upset, as his lip curled into a smirk.
"Severus, honestly, you really shouldn't be so hard on new students," Proffesor Flitwick told Snape, after he left his classroom.
"Just breaking her in, shall we say. I am, quite honestly, fed up with students who don't appreciate the fine art of potions, and i decided to get the point across there and then. I don't want any trouble from her."
They continued to argue over the matter as they climbed the stairs that led up to the staffroom. Snape rammed his shoulder against the wooden door (which had been sticking lately), and it gave way. The staffroom was especially warm, seeing as winter had now begun to settle in. Through the criss-crossed window Snape could see the sky starting to turn a dark navy, despite it only being half past four in the afternoon.
The memories of the night when he saw that strange creature suddenly came back to him. He seized a nearby quill and scrap piece of parchment, and scribbled the creature, trying to remember of its fine details. He picked it up and walked over to Rubeus Hagrid, who was sitting in the corner near the fire.
Hagris jumped back slightly when he saw Severus thrust the doodle into his face.
"Well, uh, Proffesor Snape, it's certainly a nice drawing...."
Snape's head drooped in digust, "I don't want you to evaluate my little drawing, you idiot, I need you to tell me what creature it is. You're the person with all the know of magical creatures, so tell me: what the hell is it?"
Hagrid took the picture from him, and squinted his eyes as he examined it, turning it around every so often.
"Ah! Dammit, I know this one..."
"Then bloody tell me!" Snape snapped, now getting very impaitent.
"Ah, thassaone. It's a Chido, they're rare creatures, only about a thousand or so left in the world. They're one third wolf, on third phoenix, and the other third is a total mystery, but it seems to be related to griffons and Hippogriffs, too." Hagrid looked pleased with himself.
"Well, are they native here, in England?"
"Oh, goodness gracious no. They need warm climates, these creatures do."
Snape snatched the picture back and pinned it up on the teachers noticeboard, scribbling under it 'If you have seen this creature lately tell Severus immediatly', before storming off to lunch.
Ah, sooooo, whats a chido doing over here? Find out next time on Medabots! I mean, uh...yeah. BTW, Chido is pronounced 'KEE-doe'.