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Dedicated to the people who read The Top 64 Ways to Annoy Snape!
This was originally a composition called The Top 64 Ways to Annoy Snape. However, it fell down because it was a list. Opps! Well, now it's a story! So please read and review, and I hope you enjoy it. I will most likely only continue this story if you all like it. Perhaps I will include the full list at the very end. Oh, thank you to everyone who reviewed the original list in the two days that it was up. I really appreciated it! Well, here you go!
The Top 77 Ways to Annoy Snape
"What are they doing?" Harry asked Ron. He was looking at Fred and George, who were sitting alone in a corner of the common room, something very unlike them. They were crouched over a single piece of parchment, writing furiously.
"I don't know," Ron answered. "Mum burned their latest set of order forms. Do you think that they're making another one?"
"Let's go see." Harry and Ron stood up and walked over to their corner.
"What cha -?" Ron began.
"None of your business," Fred answered automatically.
"At least, not yet," continued his twin brother George. "But - hum."
"Do you think it's ready?"
"It's as ready as its gonna be. I say lets go for it." The twins stood up and walked past the confused Harry and Ron.
"Can I have your attention, please? Is everyone here?" Fred Weasley asked from atop one of the tables in the room.
"Good," said George, leaping onto the table himself. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are proud to announce the first annual Top 77 Ways to Annoy Snape Contest!" Nearly everyone in the common room looked around with puzzled looks on their faces.
"What my brother means is that we feel that we need something to make this year more interesting."
"So, we brilliantly decided to create this contest."
"The way that it works is that there are seven teams, one for each house."
"And they all compete to think of the best way to annoy a specific person, chosen by your fabulous - "
"Don't forget handsome -," George added.
"And brilliant judges - us. Anyway, for seven weeks, each team gives us their top eleven ways to annoy that person. A new victim - err - person will be picked each week."
"The title of the contest only refers to Snape because he's our first little writing buddy."
"Well, the best suggestion to annoy the person will give their team a hundred points. At the end of the contest, there will be a specific.err.challenge assigned to each team. If they complete it, they get a bunch of points. The winning team will get a special mystery prize," Fred finished.
"So what do you think?" George asked the crowd.
"Well, I think it sounds like fun," Angelina Johnson said from the other side of the room, smiling at Fred. Dozens of others nodded in agreement.
"Honestly, are you joking?" Hermione said from behind Harry and Ron. "We could get into a lot of trouble by writing something like that about a teacher! Besides, it sounds completely immature and childish, if you ask me."
"Lighten up, Hermione," Ron said. He turned to his brothers. "It sounds great. So, what are the teams?"
"Well, Ronikins, like we said before, your team includes everyone in your year," George said. "So, is everyone up for it?" Several people began clapping, and before long, the entire tower wrung with applause. They twins grabbed hands and took a deep, dramatic bow. At this, Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.
"So. We'll let you all get to work. Your team's list of the Top Ways to Annoy Snape are due at exactly nine o'clock next Saturday." There was much buzzing and giggling in the tower after that as people began to think of what would be the best way to bug the disgruntled teacher.
"Well, it's simple," Ron said. "Ask him if he'll adopt Harry, here. Hey, what do you think about constantly whispering to him 'I know where Sirius is hiding.' That would get him pretty ticked off."
"That's all well and good, Ron, but if we right that down, and Fred and George read our list for the rest of the Gryffindors, they'll all know that we do know where Sirius is," Harry corrected.
"Oh, right. What do you think, Hermione?" Hermione had been reading a large volume ever since she stopped talking.
"I'm going to have no part in this. You can go get expelled if you like."
"Okay, I'll do that," he said sarcastically. "Come on, Mione, it's just a game."
"Well, this game could get you in a whole lot of trouble, and I don't think that it's appropriate for a prefect to participate in stuff like that." Hermione had found out she was a prefect at the beginning of the summer and has been even more obsessed with rules ever since.
"Fine. Let's go and talk to Seamus, Harry." They left Hermione to read in peace. They strolled over to Seamus who was now sitting with Neville, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, and several other fifth years.
"Hey, Se - ," Harry began, but someone cut him off.
"Hi ya, Harry!" Colin said running over, speaking a mile a minute. "Pretty cool contest, huh, Harry? I don't know if I'll ever be able to think of anything good enough to win. What do you think the mystery prize is? Have you got any ideas yet?" He finally stopped to take a breath.
"You do know that the contest is between years, don't you, Colin?"
"Oh, right. Well, I'll just go then. Bye, Harry!"
"Is he ever going to stop following you around, Harry?" Ron asked, shaking his head. "So, have you guys thought of anything yet?"
"A few things," Lavender answered, "but I really think we can do better."
"Well, let's get to work." Groups were soon huddled together throughout the common room, each person whispering excitedly. Hermione walked up the stairs to her dormitory some time later, her book under one arm. Ron watched her leave the hall, but soon went back to thinking up ideas.
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That Wednesday, the Gryffindor fifth years had double potions. It was the first time that week that they had that class. However, from what they heard of other classes, Snape wasn't pleased with the constant snickering in the middle of lessons. Harry could tell that this class wouldn't be a picnic, though it never was, but it would be worse than ever.
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the start of classes, Snape immediately began pounding notes into their heads. "Class, these are the ingredients for the Higsnog Potion. You need to add the porcupine quills exactly forty- two seconds after the water boils. The rest is self-explanatory. This potion is intended to make the drinker have a more serious outlook for a short amount of time. So, Gryffindors, make sure you brew it quickly because I don't want to have to deal with your antics today. Begin now."
'This is better than I thought it would be,' Harry said to himself. However, he spoke, or rather thought, too soon. A look of dawning had formed on Dean's face within a minute after Snape spoke. He whispered something to Lavender, who was sitting next to him. She snorted into her cauldron with laughter. Hermione sighed yet again and glared at the two of them. Ron hurriedly tried to quiet them.
Snape immediately turned around. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now get to work before I take another forty."
'So much for that,' Harry thought. He looked over at Ron. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to what he was doing. The water in his cauldron had been boiling for at least a minute all ready. Harry looked around to see what Ron was staring at. He saw it. Ron was looking at Hermione. He absentmindedly added the quills, and suddenly, his cauldron overfilled. Burning water splashed all over the floor. He muttered something that Harry knew would make Hermione protest if she heard (thankfully, she hadn't).
"Thirty points from Gryffindor, Weasley," Snape spat. "I don't want to hear any more from you."
Most Gryffindors didn't want to lose any more points, so the rest of the lesson passed in silence. When class got out, Harry and Ron ran to Seamus. "What's up?" they asked at once.
"I have the perfect idea." He whispered something to them.
"That is brilliant! We'll win for sure!" Harry said.
"Yeah, sure," Ron said, not looking at them. Without turning around, Harry knew what his best friend was really thinking.
~Who will win? What's the special surprise? What's the best way to annoy Snape? Who will the other 'writing buddies' be? What is the challenge at the end? Bum bum bum!!! So what do you think? Should I keep going? The only way to tell me is to review!!! So review........NOW! Next chapter: The Top Ways To Annoy Snape! Love always, Carmen Willows
Dedicated to the people who read The Top 64 Ways to Annoy Snape!
This was originally a composition called The Top 64 Ways to Annoy Snape. However, it fell down because it was a list. Opps! Well, now it's a story! So please read and review, and I hope you enjoy it. I will most likely only continue this story if you all like it. Perhaps I will include the full list at the very end. Oh, thank you to everyone who reviewed the original list in the two days that it was up. I really appreciated it! Well, here you go!
The Top 77 Ways to Annoy Snape
"What are they doing?" Harry asked Ron. He was looking at Fred and George, who were sitting alone in a corner of the common room, something very unlike them. They were crouched over a single piece of parchment, writing furiously.
"I don't know," Ron answered. "Mum burned their latest set of order forms. Do you think that they're making another one?"
"Let's go see." Harry and Ron stood up and walked over to their corner.
"What cha -?" Ron began.
"None of your business," Fred answered automatically.
"At least, not yet," continued his twin brother George. "But - hum."
"Do you think it's ready?"
"It's as ready as its gonna be. I say lets go for it." The twins stood up and walked past the confused Harry and Ron.
"Can I have your attention, please? Is everyone here?" Fred Weasley asked from atop one of the tables in the room.
"Good," said George, leaping onto the table himself. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are proud to announce the first annual Top 77 Ways to Annoy Snape Contest!" Nearly everyone in the common room looked around with puzzled looks on their faces.
"What my brother means is that we feel that we need something to make this year more interesting."
"So, we brilliantly decided to create this contest."
"The way that it works is that there are seven teams, one for each house."
"And they all compete to think of the best way to annoy a specific person, chosen by your fabulous - "
"Don't forget handsome -," George added.
"And brilliant judges - us. Anyway, for seven weeks, each team gives us their top eleven ways to annoy that person. A new victim - err - person will be picked each week."
"The title of the contest only refers to Snape because he's our first little writing buddy."
"Well, the best suggestion to annoy the person will give their team a hundred points. At the end of the contest, there will be a specific.err.challenge assigned to each team. If they complete it, they get a bunch of points. The winning team will get a special mystery prize," Fred finished.
"So what do you think?" George asked the crowd.
"Well, I think it sounds like fun," Angelina Johnson said from the other side of the room, smiling at Fred. Dozens of others nodded in agreement.
"Honestly, are you joking?" Hermione said from behind Harry and Ron. "We could get into a lot of trouble by writing something like that about a teacher! Besides, it sounds completely immature and childish, if you ask me."
"Lighten up, Hermione," Ron said. He turned to his brothers. "It sounds great. So, what are the teams?"
"Well, Ronikins, like we said before, your team includes everyone in your year," George said. "So, is everyone up for it?" Several people began clapping, and before long, the entire tower wrung with applause. They twins grabbed hands and took a deep, dramatic bow. At this, Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.
"So. We'll let you all get to work. Your team's list of the Top Ways to Annoy Snape are due at exactly nine o'clock next Saturday." There was much buzzing and giggling in the tower after that as people began to think of what would be the best way to bug the disgruntled teacher.
"Well, it's simple," Ron said. "Ask him if he'll adopt Harry, here. Hey, what do you think about constantly whispering to him 'I know where Sirius is hiding.' That would get him pretty ticked off."
"That's all well and good, Ron, but if we right that down, and Fred and George read our list for the rest of the Gryffindors, they'll all know that we do know where Sirius is," Harry corrected.
"Oh, right. What do you think, Hermione?" Hermione had been reading a large volume ever since she stopped talking.
"I'm going to have no part in this. You can go get expelled if you like."
"Okay, I'll do that," he said sarcastically. "Come on, Mione, it's just a game."
"Well, this game could get you in a whole lot of trouble, and I don't think that it's appropriate for a prefect to participate in stuff like that." Hermione had found out she was a prefect at the beginning of the summer and has been even more obsessed with rules ever since.
"Fine. Let's go and talk to Seamus, Harry." They left Hermione to read in peace. They strolled over to Seamus who was now sitting with Neville, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, and several other fifth years.
"Hey, Se - ," Harry began, but someone cut him off.
"Hi ya, Harry!" Colin said running over, speaking a mile a minute. "Pretty cool contest, huh, Harry? I don't know if I'll ever be able to think of anything good enough to win. What do you think the mystery prize is? Have you got any ideas yet?" He finally stopped to take a breath.
"You do know that the contest is between years, don't you, Colin?"
"Oh, right. Well, I'll just go then. Bye, Harry!"
"Is he ever going to stop following you around, Harry?" Ron asked, shaking his head. "So, have you guys thought of anything yet?"
"A few things," Lavender answered, "but I really think we can do better."
"Well, let's get to work." Groups were soon huddled together throughout the common room, each person whispering excitedly. Hermione walked up the stairs to her dormitory some time later, her book under one arm. Ron watched her leave the hall, but soon went back to thinking up ideas.
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That Wednesday, the Gryffindor fifth years had double potions. It was the first time that week that they had that class. However, from what they heard of other classes, Snape wasn't pleased with the constant snickering in the middle of lessons. Harry could tell that this class wouldn't be a picnic, though it never was, but it would be worse than ever.
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the start of classes, Snape immediately began pounding notes into their heads. "Class, these are the ingredients for the Higsnog Potion. You need to add the porcupine quills exactly forty- two seconds after the water boils. The rest is self-explanatory. This potion is intended to make the drinker have a more serious outlook for a short amount of time. So, Gryffindors, make sure you brew it quickly because I don't want to have to deal with your antics today. Begin now."
'This is better than I thought it would be,' Harry said to himself. However, he spoke, or rather thought, too soon. A look of dawning had formed on Dean's face within a minute after Snape spoke. He whispered something to Lavender, who was sitting next to him. She snorted into her cauldron with laughter. Hermione sighed yet again and glared at the two of them. Ron hurriedly tried to quiet them.
Snape immediately turned around. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now get to work before I take another forty."
'So much for that,' Harry thought. He looked over at Ron. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to what he was doing. The water in his cauldron had been boiling for at least a minute all ready. Harry looked around to see what Ron was staring at. He saw it. Ron was looking at Hermione. He absentmindedly added the quills, and suddenly, his cauldron overfilled. Burning water splashed all over the floor. He muttered something that Harry knew would make Hermione protest if she heard (thankfully, she hadn't).
"Thirty points from Gryffindor, Weasley," Snape spat. "I don't want to hear any more from you."
Most Gryffindors didn't want to lose any more points, so the rest of the lesson passed in silence. When class got out, Harry and Ron ran to Seamus. "What's up?" they asked at once.
"I have the perfect idea." He whispered something to them.
"That is brilliant! We'll win for sure!" Harry said.
"Yeah, sure," Ron said, not looking at them. Without turning around, Harry knew what his best friend was really thinking.
~Who will win? What's the special surprise? What's the best way to annoy Snape? Who will the other 'writing buddies' be? What is the challenge at the end? Bum bum bum!!! So what do you think? Should I keep going? The only way to tell me is to review!!! So review........NOW! Next chapter: The Top Ways To Annoy Snape! Love always, Carmen Willows