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Chapter 4 the beginning of things
I keep replaying the whole ugly scene in my mind, him speaking to me, me looking up, half replying then me throwing up all over him, rewind play, pause, rewind, a vicious cycle, IM surprised IM still alive after it, his face was a motive of rage and insanity, he stared at me in pure disgust whilst I just sat there like a plank of wood, finally rising and running out of the room and back to the Gryffindor tower, feeling much better as a matter of fact. Lord knows what he did it's not the end of class yet. The bit that startled me the most wasn't the projectile vomiting but the fact that I have fell in love with Snape, ok IM not surprised there isn't a word for the shock I felt about fancying Snape, but I better come to grips with it if he is to be my project for the year hadn't I.
After class.
Have just found out from Hermione the bad news and some good news. The bad news is that Snape went absolutely berserk, up the wall, over the tree, round the corner and up the road, pure madness. The good (well depends on how you look at it) is that I have detention with him at 7.30pm, sick or not, it may give me a chance to study him in detail whilst doing something which is off the grossness scale. I didn't go to dinner, I couldn't risk eating and throwing up on Snape again, one detention is tolerable, two just a bit much and three is asking for it. 7.20pm has arrived and IM heading down to the dungeons for once I will not be late.....
It is 7.35 and IM late, I got lost again and ended up on the third floor miles away from the dungeon again, really what is my problem do I day dream and end up any where or IM I just slightly absent minded when it comes to directions. I don't know I better run. Run run Pant pant (again) oh there it is the dungeon dark and dismal in appearance from the outside and even worse inside. Woo! Its dark down here, are you scared of the dark. IM not, but IM scared of the Snape. Knock! Knock! Anybody home (hopefully no one is) "Enter" (damn!) "It is me Professor Snape, IM here for my detention" I said He appeared in front of me in his daunting manner, a complete look of revulsion on is face (well what was you expecting a warm welcome) and completely vomit free robes, (so he does own others). I watched as he peered down at me for almost a minute, I stared back into those eyes and felt lost in a dark tunnel. "Miss Wendell", he said. "Yes Professor Tunnel", I replied (whoops wake up) "I mean Professor Snape". He looked even angrier, if I could I would have been running as fast as possible in the opposite direction to Snape's stare, but I felt as if I couldn't move. His face was a contortion of evil (a step up from his usual mean) and he spoke in a dark whisper, I could hardly hear him "Miss Wendell, I have nothing to say about this afternoon except that you should mind what you are doing, I have an extremely special job for you tonight one of great importance" I stood silent like in plank of wood formation again, whilst he smiled slightly evilly.
The Laundry room! Well can you believe it the cheek of some people, I mean I didn't mean to throw up on him but he was in my target range, you would think I have been punished enough by having something strange in me that fancies the weirdo, but having to do a years worth of his washing and ironing, don't you think that's a bit much to ask, oh and I have to do it the muggle way with the washing machine and a normal iron, I suppose IM lucky that the mangle and Hot coal iron have gone out of fashion..
Snape has just appeared holding a hot coal iron and bearing a cheesy smile, I will never speak again.
4 Hours later. IM still here sat on top of the washing machine (No dirty again you, don't think it) it's the only place to sit in here, Snape has an awfully large amount of washing considering he's not supposed to change his clothes or get washed, I'll be here all night especially as it seems to take an hour for that damn iron to heat up enough to make a dent, we really need some downy crease control in here because these robes are awful, I am so sick of watching endless black robes spin around and around and around and around and around..
2 Hours even later. And around and around and around .. The Washing machine is my master, it controls me and WAKE UP its stopped I am free, I think it hypnotised me with its spinning black vortex, yikes washing machines are more powerful than you think. This is so so so .. zzzzzzzzzz.
The next morning.
I was found this morning asleep with my body on the washer and my head on the ironing board, with the iron in my hand which had long since gone cold. I was found by the house elves coming in to do the washing; I was awoken by being poked in the eye and all over my arms by little green fingers attached to their squeaky owners. "Miss must awake it is morning, Miss Miss Wake up, it is time for you to go" they said "Not now dears IM mopping the floor" I replied (still asleep) "No miss you must awake before you is seen" they continued I woke up and stared groggily into the humongous sets of eyeballs goggling at me, each set accompanied by a tiny body with a tea towel in each hand, one of them had dropped the tea tray he was carrying and staring at me in awe, as if he had just seen his favourite celebrity (I look nothing like professor Dumbledore). I thanked them and headed off down the corridor, my hair hanging limp around my face like a rag doll, I have the strength of one I think, and oh brilliant here comes the man of the moment Professor Snape, great now he'll get me done for stalking, I'll never impress him looking like I've just come off the washing line in the rain , i.e. Soggy and limp, I skulked on not looking at him, whilst he floated along looking quite jovial for the first time ever, great he may think it was funny, I certainly did not. So the scores stand thus Snape 1 Me 1. People say that love= hate and hate= love, it appears that at this very moment in time the analogy stands as Hate=Hate for Snape, its going to take a lot more than a few flirtatious glances and a short skirt to pull this one, practically the opposite he may prefer the baggiest and longest robes and may include them as a turn on, I will have to try it, it seems as if Snape answers to reverse Psychology, that will be the next part of my plan to be put into motion, see you then.
Chapter 4 the beginning of things
I keep replaying the whole ugly scene in my mind, him speaking to me, me looking up, half replying then me throwing up all over him, rewind play, pause, rewind, a vicious cycle, IM surprised IM still alive after it, his face was a motive of rage and insanity, he stared at me in pure disgust whilst I just sat there like a plank of wood, finally rising and running out of the room and back to the Gryffindor tower, feeling much better as a matter of fact. Lord knows what he did it's not the end of class yet. The bit that startled me the most wasn't the projectile vomiting but the fact that I have fell in love with Snape, ok IM not surprised there isn't a word for the shock I felt about fancying Snape, but I better come to grips with it if he is to be my project for the year hadn't I.
After class.
Have just found out from Hermione the bad news and some good news. The bad news is that Snape went absolutely berserk, up the wall, over the tree, round the corner and up the road, pure madness. The good (well depends on how you look at it) is that I have detention with him at 7.30pm, sick or not, it may give me a chance to study him in detail whilst doing something which is off the grossness scale. I didn't go to dinner, I couldn't risk eating and throwing up on Snape again, one detention is tolerable, two just a bit much and three is asking for it. 7.20pm has arrived and IM heading down to the dungeons for once I will not be late.....
It is 7.35 and IM late, I got lost again and ended up on the third floor miles away from the dungeon again, really what is my problem do I day dream and end up any where or IM I just slightly absent minded when it comes to directions. I don't know I better run. Run run Pant pant (again) oh there it is the dungeon dark and dismal in appearance from the outside and even worse inside. Woo! Its dark down here, are you scared of the dark. IM not, but IM scared of the Snape. Knock! Knock! Anybody home (hopefully no one is) "Enter" (damn!) "It is me Professor Snape, IM here for my detention" I said He appeared in front of me in his daunting manner, a complete look of revulsion on is face (well what was you expecting a warm welcome) and completely vomit free robes, (so he does own others). I watched as he peered down at me for almost a minute, I stared back into those eyes and felt lost in a dark tunnel. "Miss Wendell", he said. "Yes Professor Tunnel", I replied (whoops wake up) "I mean Professor Snape". He looked even angrier, if I could I would have been running as fast as possible in the opposite direction to Snape's stare, but I felt as if I couldn't move. His face was a contortion of evil (a step up from his usual mean) and he spoke in a dark whisper, I could hardly hear him "Miss Wendell, I have nothing to say about this afternoon except that you should mind what you are doing, I have an extremely special job for you tonight one of great importance" I stood silent like in plank of wood formation again, whilst he smiled slightly evilly.
The Laundry room! Well can you believe it the cheek of some people, I mean I didn't mean to throw up on him but he was in my target range, you would think I have been punished enough by having something strange in me that fancies the weirdo, but having to do a years worth of his washing and ironing, don't you think that's a bit much to ask, oh and I have to do it the muggle way with the washing machine and a normal iron, I suppose IM lucky that the mangle and Hot coal iron have gone out of fashion..
Snape has just appeared holding a hot coal iron and bearing a cheesy smile, I will never speak again.
4 Hours later. IM still here sat on top of the washing machine (No dirty again you, don't think it) it's the only place to sit in here, Snape has an awfully large amount of washing considering he's not supposed to change his clothes or get washed, I'll be here all night especially as it seems to take an hour for that damn iron to heat up enough to make a dent, we really need some downy crease control in here because these robes are awful, I am so sick of watching endless black robes spin around and around and around and around and around..
2 Hours even later. And around and around and around .. The Washing machine is my master, it controls me and WAKE UP its stopped I am free, I think it hypnotised me with its spinning black vortex, yikes washing machines are more powerful than you think. This is so so so .. zzzzzzzzzz.
The next morning.
I was found this morning asleep with my body on the washer and my head on the ironing board, with the iron in my hand which had long since gone cold. I was found by the house elves coming in to do the washing; I was awoken by being poked in the eye and all over my arms by little green fingers attached to their squeaky owners. "Miss must awake it is morning, Miss Miss Wake up, it is time for you to go" they said "Not now dears IM mopping the floor" I replied (still asleep) "No miss you must awake before you is seen" they continued I woke up and stared groggily into the humongous sets of eyeballs goggling at me, each set accompanied by a tiny body with a tea towel in each hand, one of them had dropped the tea tray he was carrying and staring at me in awe, as if he had just seen his favourite celebrity (I look nothing like professor Dumbledore). I thanked them and headed off down the corridor, my hair hanging limp around my face like a rag doll, I have the strength of one I think, and oh brilliant here comes the man of the moment Professor Snape, great now he'll get me done for stalking, I'll never impress him looking like I've just come off the washing line in the rain , i.e. Soggy and limp, I skulked on not looking at him, whilst he floated along looking quite jovial for the first time ever, great he may think it was funny, I certainly did not. So the scores stand thus Snape 1 Me 1. People say that love= hate and hate= love, it appears that at this very moment in time the analogy stands as Hate=Hate for Snape, its going to take a lot more than a few flirtatious glances and a short skirt to pull this one, practically the opposite he may prefer the baggiest and longest robes and may include them as a turn on, I will have to try it, it seems as if Snape answers to reverse Psychology, that will be the next part of my plan to be put into motion, see you then.