Chapter 4: Lunchtime!
Disclaimer: JK's stuffs. Paddy's story. You get the picture.
So, after 11 sandwiches and a few apples, James suggested that they 'apologize' to the Snapey person. Unfortunately, Snape wasn't in the Hall for Lunch. Must be outside, focusing on his own self-pity. And outside they went. Under and overlarge oak was the greasy hared git.
"Good afternoon to you, Snivellus," James said as the two of them walked up to Snape.
Snape looked up from the book he was reading with a menacing glare. "You know, one of these days, once I learn a few good curses, just for you two, you're going to regret ever messing with me."
"Yeah, you do that," James said with no sign of fear.
Snape looked at him with a cold sort of expression on his face. "So, why are you hear, anyway?"
Sirius looked at James with an 'why-did-I-agree-to-do-this?' kind of look; "We're here to apologize, Snivellus."
"Apologize to what, the room that has been forced to house you your entire life?" Snape spat.
"We're apologizing to a who, mind you," James said, looking out into the lake.
"I'm very sorry you're such a loser, Snivellus," Sirius said quite belivingly.
"And I'm sorry you look like a vampire," James nodded.
Snape had a blank expression on his face. They insulted his name, threw potion at him, and embarrassed him in front of the class; now they have to apologize for his popularity and looks? "Well you two sure are nice," Snape said very sarcastically.
"You're welcome," Sirius smiled, feeling proud of himself.
"I think he was being sarcastic, mate," suggested James. Sirius looked disappointed.
"As a matter of fact I was," Snape went back to reading his book on Dark Arts.
There was a moment's silence. Every three seconds, Sirius would fake-cough, as if seeing how quietly he could do it.
"Well . . .?" Snape proclaimed. The two snapped back to attention.
"Well what?" Sirius questioned.
"Go."
"What?"
"Go!"
"Some one woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, eh?" James concluded.
"I agree," Sirius said. Snape only glared at them.
The two glared back with smiles on their faces. It was just one of those things where two people meet eyes—and become enemies. The opposite of the Sirius/James outcome.
"Go," Snape said in barely a whisper.
"Make us," James and Sirius said together, still no trace of fear in their voices. All Snape could do was send sparks at them, right?
Snape took out his wand; Sirius and James did the same. "Expelliarmus!" Snape yelled, he was standing up now. Both James and Sirius were knocked off their feet, their wands caught in Snape's outstretched hand.
"I- never- want- to- see- your faces-- for the rest of my short life," Snape said slowly in barely a whisper.
"But who, exactly, were you saying that to?" Sirius asked, starting to get up. James was doing the same.
"Both of you!" He yelled. "And any of your Gryffindor friends!" Snape's temper was rising tremendously.
"Oh good, no Ravenclaws will have to suffer," said James. They were all on their feet, James and Sirius reaching for their wands. Snape stepped back a few feet.
"You don't want to do this the hard way, Snivellus," Sirius smiled.
Snape simply said, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Sirius and James's arms and legs snapped to their sides. They fell to the floor as if they were made of stone.
"Have a nice life," Snape spat, walking off and tossing the wands aside.
About a half-hour later when the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff first-years went outside for their Herbology lesson—an annoyed-looking Lily Evans rescued James and Sirius.
"Don't expect me to go saving you again, Potter." Where her last words to them.
"We were DUELING. And besides, I could have UN-frozen myself EASY," James was babbling to her all the way to Herbology. Sirius was left snickering behind them.
"Uh-huh," Lily said disbelivingly, taking a seat as far away from them as possible.
There's chapter four for ya. Sorry I slacked for SO LOOOONG. It's really not my fault. It's my stupid attention span. REVIEW OR SNAPE WILL CURSE YOU TOO!
Disclaimer: JK's stuffs. Paddy's story. You get the picture.
So, after 11 sandwiches and a few apples, James suggested that they 'apologize' to the Snapey person. Unfortunately, Snape wasn't in the Hall for Lunch. Must be outside, focusing on his own self-pity. And outside they went. Under and overlarge oak was the greasy hared git.
"Good afternoon to you, Snivellus," James said as the two of them walked up to Snape.
Snape looked up from the book he was reading with a menacing glare. "You know, one of these days, once I learn a few good curses, just for you two, you're going to regret ever messing with me."
"Yeah, you do that," James said with no sign of fear.
Snape looked at him with a cold sort of expression on his face. "So, why are you hear, anyway?"
Sirius looked at James with an 'why-did-I-agree-to-do-this?' kind of look; "We're here to apologize, Snivellus."
"Apologize to what, the room that has been forced to house you your entire life?" Snape spat.
"We're apologizing to a who, mind you," James said, looking out into the lake.
"I'm very sorry you're such a loser, Snivellus," Sirius said quite belivingly.
"And I'm sorry you look like a vampire," James nodded.
Snape had a blank expression on his face. They insulted his name, threw potion at him, and embarrassed him in front of the class; now they have to apologize for his popularity and looks? "Well you two sure are nice," Snape said very sarcastically.
"You're welcome," Sirius smiled, feeling proud of himself.
"I think he was being sarcastic, mate," suggested James. Sirius looked disappointed.
"As a matter of fact I was," Snape went back to reading his book on Dark Arts.
There was a moment's silence. Every three seconds, Sirius would fake-cough, as if seeing how quietly he could do it.
"Well . . .?" Snape proclaimed. The two snapped back to attention.
"Well what?" Sirius questioned.
"Go."
"What?"
"Go!"
"Some one woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, eh?" James concluded.
"I agree," Sirius said. Snape only glared at them.
The two glared back with smiles on their faces. It was just one of those things where two people meet eyes—and become enemies. The opposite of the Sirius/James outcome.
"Go," Snape said in barely a whisper.
"Make us," James and Sirius said together, still no trace of fear in their voices. All Snape could do was send sparks at them, right?
Snape took out his wand; Sirius and James did the same. "Expelliarmus!" Snape yelled, he was standing up now. Both James and Sirius were knocked off their feet, their wands caught in Snape's outstretched hand.
"I- never- want- to- see- your faces-- for the rest of my short life," Snape said slowly in barely a whisper.
"But who, exactly, were you saying that to?" Sirius asked, starting to get up. James was doing the same.
"Both of you!" He yelled. "And any of your Gryffindor friends!" Snape's temper was rising tremendously.
"Oh good, no Ravenclaws will have to suffer," said James. They were all on their feet, James and Sirius reaching for their wands. Snape stepped back a few feet.
"You don't want to do this the hard way, Snivellus," Sirius smiled.
Snape simply said, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Sirius and James's arms and legs snapped to their sides. They fell to the floor as if they were made of stone.
"Have a nice life," Snape spat, walking off and tossing the wands aside.
About a half-hour later when the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff first-years went outside for their Herbology lesson—an annoyed-looking Lily Evans rescued James and Sirius.
"Don't expect me to go saving you again, Potter." Where her last words to them.
"We were DUELING. And besides, I could have UN-frozen myself EASY," James was babbling to her all the way to Herbology. Sirius was left snickering behind them.
"Uh-huh," Lily said disbelivingly, taking a seat as far away from them as possible.
There's chapter four for ya. Sorry I slacked for SO LOOOONG. It's really not my fault. It's my stupid attention span. REVIEW OR SNAPE WILL CURSE YOU TOO!