"So, how was your first day?" Laurel asked walking down the hall with her dear 'little' friend.
"Mr. Kettleburn knows, I had a little fun with him."
"Please tell me you didn't set his hair on fire like your last Care for Magical Creatures teacher?"Alix turned with a look of shock on her face, "ME?! Set his hair on fire? Why would I do that?" Laurel gave her that look and Alix merely took on a rich snobby attitude "I have bigger plans for him," Laurel chuckled.

"Just don't turn him into a man eating toilet, I had nightmares for weeks."

Alix was about to comment on the subject when a pair of arms wrapped around her upper body, "How's my goddess doing?"

Alix rolled her eyes and pulled out the awesome might of a technique she had been working on for all her life…ok she made it up…kinda…. "TOE, CHIN, STOMACH! Annnnnd thump Leave victim to squirm on the floor as random people point…and laugh,"
"I thought it was toe, chin, stomach and run?"
"Well, I had to change it…Made me look like a wimp when I ran."
"Ah, specking of that, have you seen Ellie? Dinner's about to start…."

"You see, the beast had me down on the ground. It's fangs dripping the blood of my fellow travelers. I knew then I had act."

Ellie looked down on the floor at the professor who was 'fighting' off a not so real werewolf, "What did you do then?"

"Well, the werewolf had already crushed my wand leaving me defenseless but I knew that I had to use my secret weapon." Lockhart paused to see if his audience was dieing to know what happened next, of course Ellie was all ears, "I used my two fisted monkey technique which I learned in the Forbidden City of Beijing, in China. Of course, when a werewolf transforms its body becomes very musculature making it very hard to hurt BUT, there is a weak point and I hit it dead on, weakening the beast greatly. It gave a great roar-"

"Miss Pinkstone!" Ellie lowered her head as the voice echoed through out classroom, her face going very pale.

Lockhart got up from the ground, going through the smoke made werewolf to find a very mad looking Snape at the entrance; one of the few emotions he showed.

"Aw Snape, what brings you to my class?"

Snape advanced forward, his footsteps sounded like giants roaming around the mountainside. He stopped and placed a hand on Ellie's shoulder, sending shivers down her back.

"It would seem Miss Pinkstone has forgot about our little 'arrangement' for detention this evening."

Lockhart looked at the large grandfather clock, which had stopped and then pulled out a pocket watch, "Goodness greatish, it's 7 already. I must applauses for Miss Pinkstone's lateness, I was explaining in more detail about my encounter with the Werewolf of the Sakya Monastery in Tibet."

"Miss Pinkstone."
Cristin froze stiff and replied in a quiet voice, "yes?"

"Say goodnight."

"Good night Professor."
"Good, come along," Snape said removing his hand from her shoulder to grab a hold of his 'cape' to turn it as he left. Ellie without question quickly slide off of the desk and followed…

"Do you know how many staircases there are in here?" Snape asked.

"Ummmm…" Ellie looked up at the moving staircases.

Snape put his hands behind his back and turned to Ellie, leaning toward her. "Take a guess."

"500?"

"One thousand and ninety-nine to be exacted and do you know WHY I'm telling you this?" Snape said in a disturbing happy tone.

Ellie looked at him and shook her head.

"You see, I was planning on making you clean some cauldrons in my lab but… You never showed up," Happiness gone and the cloud of darkness appears around Snape, "So, I decided something much more brutal was in order."

Why do I have this sinking feeling all of a sudden? Cristin thought as Snape summoned a bucket of water with a brush.

" You see how the stairs move so quickly at times? The house elves refuse to clean them anymore because of it AND," Pointing at Cristin, " You are going to clean, wash, and wax these stairs until I can see my face in them, do I make myself CLEAR?"

Cristin merely nodded as she shook a little in place from Snape's outburst of angry toward her, "Good," He said putting the bucket in her hand, "Best get to work," And he patted her on the head before walking toward his broom he left, "Oh, and Miss Pinkstone, every time you fall off. You lose 5 points for Griffendor and gain 5 points of Slytherin."

"899….900!"

Snape looked up from his marking of summer homework to see Cristin jumping up and down at the fact she was almost done washing the stairs and only had one hundred and ninety nine left before waxing. It had taken her at least 3 hours to get this far. He shook his head returning to the floating piles of paper around him as he sat on his broom.

Cristin looked up from her 'child labor,' dropping her brush, she pulled her hair out of the pigtails and pulled out a green ribbon from her pocket and wrapped it around her hair making a loose ponytail.

Snape looked up to see how she was doing and nearly fell off of his broom; he quickly looked around and rose higher until he finally spotted her… working her way down… he shook his head, "Miss Pinkstone, why are you waxing when there are still stairs to be-"
"Washed them."
"Did you wax-"
"Did that too."

Snape seemed puzzled at how she had picked up speed so suddenly and watched her wax the stairs jumping to some without fear, even if the staircase WAS on the other side of the 'tower thingy'.

Cristin finished and dropped the brush in the bucket not looking at her professor who landed a few feet away.

"Miss Pinkstone, you're not done."

"Not done?" Snape noticed her voice had changed, "Now, how can that be? I mean I've cleaned and waxed them..." She still didn't look up at him.

"I don't see my face in the-"

She chuckled, " That's impossible. The stairs are made of gray stone. You can't see your refection in them no matter HOW long you clean at them but for you… I think I can work something out." Cristin said slyly and pulled out her wand and with a flick, spin and point, Snape's head appeared on every single staircase.

Snape blinked for one of the first times in his life and then looked at Cristin. She smirked and looked up. Her whole innocence look she had had earlier was gone and was replaced by a fiery haired demon.

"Well, good-night…Professor, I hope next time. You find something…more challenging for my detention. Clean and wax the stairs. HA! Don't make me laugh…" She said as she walked up the stairs as one of the 1099 faces reacted to her stepping on its nose.

Alix: Well it's about time you got the next chapter up!

Cristin: What do you mean?

Alix: You've had it done for over 3 months and NOW you decide to put it on !

Laurel: Hey! I want to be part of the argument...
Alix/Cristin: NOOOOOO! Get wrestled to the ground.

Sakya Monasteryis a real place in Tibet.Forbidden City of Beijing, in China is also a realy place The smoke werewolf was brought to you by, Smoke are us. (Don't Smoke! It's bad for you.) Mr. Kettleburn belongs to J.K. Rowling. And if that's not the way to spell greatish. Please inform me at once.

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