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46- Seriously Snape
'Today, we will be making a more complex potion,' said Professor Snape as the class groaned, 'A potion that will be seen in the Newt's test, all but a few of you will undoubtedly fail next year.' This said, Snape looked clearly in Harry's direction.
Mona shook her head; trust Snape to somehow make a comment about Harry somewhere in the class. As the ingredients magically appeared on the board, Mona wondered how Snape ever agreed to make them any larger. More importantly, she thought, how could she even dare to ask?
She shook her shoulders and got up from her desk to gather ingredients from an open cupboard. But, as she was gathering things in her arms, she felt strange. As if she was doing something wrong. She took her ingredients back to her desk and sat back down, next to Parvati, who was shredding up some squid. Mona picked up a round jar with brown dust that had the title of white mouse tails. Raising an eyebrow, she put down the jar and picked up another.
Behind her, Hermione raised her hand.
'Is there a problem, Ms. Granger?' asked Professor Snape, not even looking up from the paper's he was grading.
'Uh, Professor, I think that there might be something wrong with... the ingredients... they aren't right,' said Hermione very carefully, hoping she wouldn't lose points for Gryffindor.
Looking up, with a particularly annoyed scowl on his face, Snape said, 'Do you think that I could have mislabeled the ingredients in my very own classroom,' he pinned her with his glare, 'Surely, you don't think that the ingredients are mislabeled.'
'But, sir...' said Hermione with a frown.
'Surely, you don't think that the ingredients are mislabeled,' repeated Snape; the Slytherin's laughed haughtily.
Hermione remained silent with her head down.
'I didn't think so,' said Snape with a smirk. Harry and most of the Gryffindor's glared his way.
Suddenly, there came a miniature explosion from Neville's side of the room. Huffing, Snape got up and swiftly walked to Neville's side of the room. 'What have you done this time, you blubbering fool?' Snape said, distaste obviously written all over his face.
Behind him, Dean's cauldron exploded, as Dean ducked under the table. Across the room, Crabbe and Goyle's cauldron's started shooting violent sparks. Malfoy was eyeing his ingredients carefully, but still wasn't putting anything in.
'What in Merlin,' Snape started, before Parvati's cauldron started to turn a bright green. Mona looked around... then she remembered, the day she had detention. When she got so angry, she switched the ingredient labels.
'Uh, oh,' she whispered, and then turned towards Harry and Hermione's table, behind her. 'Don't mix any ingredients,' she whispered; Harry and Hermione both nodded as a few more cauldrons went off.
'STOP!' Snape shouted. He took out his wand and muttered, 'Wakaf Momento,' and all the cauldrons stopped fizzing, or doing whatever they were doing. 'Don't mix any more ingredients,' he shouted, his voice one that you wouldn't dare to disobey.
He looked around, in his mess of a dark classroom. Walking to Hermione's table, he picked up the jars on her desk. He sniffed the inky ingredients in the jar, then with distaste, ripped off the label. Mona saw him walk around the silent, unmoving classroom, eyeing jars, and ripping off more labels. Snape walked towards Mona's table and grabbed the jar that held the dusty brown ingredients. With it in his hand, he walked up to the front of the class.
'Mr. Malfoy,' said Snape, as Malfoy sat up straighter at his desk, the perfect poise of royalty. 'What does this look like to you?' he asked hiding the label of the jar in his hand.
'Why, it's undoubtedly Asian wood spice,' said Malfoy correctly.
'Good, ten points to Slytherin,' said Snape, as Gryffindor's sighed and rolled their eyes. Snape looked over at Dean, who was back to sitting at his desk. 'Now, Mr. Thomas,' said Snape smoothly, 'why is it that Mr. Malfoy here, knows the ingredient, while you made the mistake of mixing it with white mice tails?'
'Because, you made the mistake of placing that label on the jar,' Harry interrupted.
'Ten points from Gryffindor for that cheek, Potter,' said Snape smoothly, as if expecting that would happen. 'What I would like to know, 'said Snape, his voice a deadly quite, 'is who did this?'
The silent class... well... remained silent.
'Well, I'll find out then,' said Snape, a smirk sliding into his features. He went from student to student, looking into their eyes, and occasionally grabbing a wrist, to check for lying as he asked the question over and over again. Dean looked at him openly, knowing he didn't do a thing. Neville, innocent, was still nervous and kept blinking, but still Snape passed him.
As Snape glided over to Hermione and Harry's table, Malfoy said with an excited smirk, 'Who bets he nails Potter?' He was awarded with snickering laughter from the Slytherin's and glares from the Gryffindor's.
Snape looked at Hermione and grabbed her wrist. Hermione recoiled slightly from his touch. After a few seconds, he threw down her wrist and said, 'Not like you would have dared to break a rule anyway.' All the Slytherin's thought that this profusely funny and they roared with laughter.
Next, he descended upon Harry. Finger after cold finger, grabbed Harry's unmoving wrist as black eyes stared into green. The class was silent, awaiting the punishment for Harry. Mona looked at Harry's even, determinedly innocent face. Finally, with a humph, Snape threw down Harry's wrist and moved on. The look on Malfoy's face was priceless. It was a mix of disgust, exasperation, and disbelief. Mona was sure that if Malfoy was in Snape's position he would have declared Harry guilty.
After Parvati's sigh of relief, it was Mona's turn. Snape seemed determined to figure out who did this. He looked in her face and concentrated.
'Did you do this?' he questioned her with his thoughts.
Mona kept her mind as blank as possible.
Giving up, Snape walked to the front of class and said it was probably someone from another class. Mona left the class, happy as ever, knowing that she if Snape couldn't catch her, no one could.
47- Winter Break
'It was you, wasn't it?' Harry asked as he pulled Mona aside after class.
Still grinning wildly, Mona said, 'Remember detention, well, I got angry.'
Harry laughed, but stopped, 'But, how come he didn't catch you? When he was looking at me, it was as if he was pulling at my mind, trying to get it out. I was really happy I was innocent.'
'Well, I think I'll keep that a secret,' said Mona as she walked towards the common room. Hermione seemed to have disappeared somewhere. 'This is great, ' Mona suddenly said.
'Ok, why, and what is great?' said Harry, total confusion written on his face.
'Hello,' said Mona, 'It's winter break! Snape was our last class,' Mona jumped up and down happily. 'I'll go put my books in my trunk, then we can go to dinner.'
Mona sauntered up the stairs and dropped her things in her trunk, then threw herself on her bed. A yowl sounded from underneath her. Jumping up, Mona saw that she had sat on her cat, Zara.
'Sorry, Zara,' said Mona, sincerely.
Just then, Ginny stomped into the room. Her face was nearly as red as her hair, and she was huffing and puffing in anger.
'You all right, Gin?' Mona asked her quidditch mate.
'ALL RIGHT! How could I be all right! Didn't you hear of the score in the last quidditch game? Slytherin verses Hufflepuff?' Ginny shouted in a rush.
'Do I want to hear?' Mona asked slowly.
'Slytherin completely squashed them! 200-20!' Ginny said, throwing up her hands.
'Oh, no,' said Mona falling back onto her bed again.
'Oh, yes!' said Ginny sarcastically, 'Do you know what that means?'
'Do I want to know?' Mona said with a sigh.
'It means were playing Slytherin around Easter. Hufflepuff will play Ravenclaw around Valentines.'
'Oh, great!' said Mona sarcastically.
'Ya, well wait till you see how Harry takes it. Seems like every game always has a bigger impact on the captain,' said Ginny wisely.
As they made their way down to the Great Hall, Mona wondered how Harry would take the news. Mona thought that they had loads of time to practice, so Harry shouldn't be too worked up. She was wrong.
'Nooo,' Harry groaned, upon hearing the news from Ginny. Mona saw him pathetically put his head in his hands. She couldn't help but smile. 'Gee, if you weren't on our team, I would say you look happy about it,' said Harry.
'No, it's just,' said Mona looking for the words, 'We have a lot of time to practice, so... why worry?'
'Cause, I'm the captain, and that's my job,' said Harry as he started jabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes.
Mona heard Hermione sigh and saw her shake her head in a way that said 'We should just all be friends.' That was enough to get Mona laughing, but she was interrupted by loud snickers from the Slytherin table.
'And then,' said a loud, drawling, familiar voice, 'I just snatched the snitch from under his nose.' The students around Malfoy erupted into guffaws once more, but none were as loud as Pansy Parkinson's who was attached to Malfoy's arm. 'But, I mean,' said Malfoy, giving them what he seemed to think was a meaningful look, 'at least he didn't just fall off his broom, know what I mean?' Malfoy sneered in Harry's direction as the table let out another loud hoot of laughter.
'It's going to be a long winter,' Mona thought.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That was quite a lot... Please enjoy.
46- Seriously Snape
'Today, we will be making a more complex potion,' said Professor Snape as the class groaned, 'A potion that will be seen in the Newt's test, all but a few of you will undoubtedly fail next year.' This said, Snape looked clearly in Harry's direction.
Mona shook her head; trust Snape to somehow make a comment about Harry somewhere in the class. As the ingredients magically appeared on the board, Mona wondered how Snape ever agreed to make them any larger. More importantly, she thought, how could she even dare to ask?
She shook her shoulders and got up from her desk to gather ingredients from an open cupboard. But, as she was gathering things in her arms, she felt strange. As if she was doing something wrong. She took her ingredients back to her desk and sat back down, next to Parvati, who was shredding up some squid. Mona picked up a round jar with brown dust that had the title of white mouse tails. Raising an eyebrow, she put down the jar and picked up another.
Behind her, Hermione raised her hand.
'Is there a problem, Ms. Granger?' asked Professor Snape, not even looking up from the paper's he was grading.
'Uh, Professor, I think that there might be something wrong with... the ingredients... they aren't right,' said Hermione very carefully, hoping she wouldn't lose points for Gryffindor.
Looking up, with a particularly annoyed scowl on his face, Snape said, 'Do you think that I could have mislabeled the ingredients in my very own classroom,' he pinned her with his glare, 'Surely, you don't think that the ingredients are mislabeled.'
'But, sir...' said Hermione with a frown.
'Surely, you don't think that the ingredients are mislabeled,' repeated Snape; the Slytherin's laughed haughtily.
Hermione remained silent with her head down.
'I didn't think so,' said Snape with a smirk. Harry and most of the Gryffindor's glared his way.
Suddenly, there came a miniature explosion from Neville's side of the room. Huffing, Snape got up and swiftly walked to Neville's side of the room. 'What have you done this time, you blubbering fool?' Snape said, distaste obviously written all over his face.
Behind him, Dean's cauldron exploded, as Dean ducked under the table. Across the room, Crabbe and Goyle's cauldron's started shooting violent sparks. Malfoy was eyeing his ingredients carefully, but still wasn't putting anything in.
'What in Merlin,' Snape started, before Parvati's cauldron started to turn a bright green. Mona looked around... then she remembered, the day she had detention. When she got so angry, she switched the ingredient labels.
'Uh, oh,' she whispered, and then turned towards Harry and Hermione's table, behind her. 'Don't mix any ingredients,' she whispered; Harry and Hermione both nodded as a few more cauldrons went off.
'STOP!' Snape shouted. He took out his wand and muttered, 'Wakaf Momento,' and all the cauldrons stopped fizzing, or doing whatever they were doing. 'Don't mix any more ingredients,' he shouted, his voice one that you wouldn't dare to disobey.
He looked around, in his mess of a dark classroom. Walking to Hermione's table, he picked up the jars on her desk. He sniffed the inky ingredients in the jar, then with distaste, ripped off the label. Mona saw him walk around the silent, unmoving classroom, eyeing jars, and ripping off more labels. Snape walked towards Mona's table and grabbed the jar that held the dusty brown ingredients. With it in his hand, he walked up to the front of the class.
'Mr. Malfoy,' said Snape, as Malfoy sat up straighter at his desk, the perfect poise of royalty. 'What does this look like to you?' he asked hiding the label of the jar in his hand.
'Why, it's undoubtedly Asian wood spice,' said Malfoy correctly.
'Good, ten points to Slytherin,' said Snape, as Gryffindor's sighed and rolled their eyes. Snape looked over at Dean, who was back to sitting at his desk. 'Now, Mr. Thomas,' said Snape smoothly, 'why is it that Mr. Malfoy here, knows the ingredient, while you made the mistake of mixing it with white mice tails?'
'Because, you made the mistake of placing that label on the jar,' Harry interrupted.
'Ten points from Gryffindor for that cheek, Potter,' said Snape smoothly, as if expecting that would happen. 'What I would like to know, 'said Snape, his voice a deadly quite, 'is who did this?'
The silent class... well... remained silent.
'Well, I'll find out then,' said Snape, a smirk sliding into his features. He went from student to student, looking into their eyes, and occasionally grabbing a wrist, to check for lying as he asked the question over and over again. Dean looked at him openly, knowing he didn't do a thing. Neville, innocent, was still nervous and kept blinking, but still Snape passed him.
As Snape glided over to Hermione and Harry's table, Malfoy said with an excited smirk, 'Who bets he nails Potter?' He was awarded with snickering laughter from the Slytherin's and glares from the Gryffindor's.
Snape looked at Hermione and grabbed her wrist. Hermione recoiled slightly from his touch. After a few seconds, he threw down her wrist and said, 'Not like you would have dared to break a rule anyway.' All the Slytherin's thought that this profusely funny and they roared with laughter.
Next, he descended upon Harry. Finger after cold finger, grabbed Harry's unmoving wrist as black eyes stared into green. The class was silent, awaiting the punishment for Harry. Mona looked at Harry's even, determinedly innocent face. Finally, with a humph, Snape threw down Harry's wrist and moved on. The look on Malfoy's face was priceless. It was a mix of disgust, exasperation, and disbelief. Mona was sure that if Malfoy was in Snape's position he would have declared Harry guilty.
After Parvati's sigh of relief, it was Mona's turn. Snape seemed determined to figure out who did this. He looked in her face and concentrated.
'Did you do this?' he questioned her with his thoughts.
Mona kept her mind as blank as possible.
Giving up, Snape walked to the front of class and said it was probably someone from another class. Mona left the class, happy as ever, knowing that she if Snape couldn't catch her, no one could.
47- Winter Break
'It was you, wasn't it?' Harry asked as he pulled Mona aside after class.
Still grinning wildly, Mona said, 'Remember detention, well, I got angry.'
Harry laughed, but stopped, 'But, how come he didn't catch you? When he was looking at me, it was as if he was pulling at my mind, trying to get it out. I was really happy I was innocent.'
'Well, I think I'll keep that a secret,' said Mona as she walked towards the common room. Hermione seemed to have disappeared somewhere. 'This is great, ' Mona suddenly said.
'Ok, why, and what is great?' said Harry, total confusion written on his face.
'Hello,' said Mona, 'It's winter break! Snape was our last class,' Mona jumped up and down happily. 'I'll go put my books in my trunk, then we can go to dinner.'
Mona sauntered up the stairs and dropped her things in her trunk, then threw herself on her bed. A yowl sounded from underneath her. Jumping up, Mona saw that she had sat on her cat, Zara.
'Sorry, Zara,' said Mona, sincerely.
Just then, Ginny stomped into the room. Her face was nearly as red as her hair, and she was huffing and puffing in anger.
'You all right, Gin?' Mona asked her quidditch mate.
'ALL RIGHT! How could I be all right! Didn't you hear of the score in the last quidditch game? Slytherin verses Hufflepuff?' Ginny shouted in a rush.
'Do I want to hear?' Mona asked slowly.
'Slytherin completely squashed them! 200-20!' Ginny said, throwing up her hands.
'Oh, no,' said Mona falling back onto her bed again.
'Oh, yes!' said Ginny sarcastically, 'Do you know what that means?'
'Do I want to know?' Mona said with a sigh.
'It means were playing Slytherin around Easter. Hufflepuff will play Ravenclaw around Valentines.'
'Oh, great!' said Mona sarcastically.
'Ya, well wait till you see how Harry takes it. Seems like every game always has a bigger impact on the captain,' said Ginny wisely.
As they made their way down to the Great Hall, Mona wondered how Harry would take the news. Mona thought that they had loads of time to practice, so Harry shouldn't be too worked up. She was wrong.
'Nooo,' Harry groaned, upon hearing the news from Ginny. Mona saw him pathetically put his head in his hands. She couldn't help but smile. 'Gee, if you weren't on our team, I would say you look happy about it,' said Harry.
'No, it's just,' said Mona looking for the words, 'We have a lot of time to practice, so... why worry?'
'Cause, I'm the captain, and that's my job,' said Harry as he started jabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes.
Mona heard Hermione sigh and saw her shake her head in a way that said 'We should just all be friends.' That was enough to get Mona laughing, but she was interrupted by loud snickers from the Slytherin table.
'And then,' said a loud, drawling, familiar voice, 'I just snatched the snitch from under his nose.' The students around Malfoy erupted into guffaws once more, but none were as loud as Pansy Parkinson's who was attached to Malfoy's arm. 'But, I mean,' said Malfoy, giving them what he seemed to think was a meaningful look, 'at least he didn't just fall off his broom, know what I mean?' Malfoy sneered in Harry's direction as the table let out another loud hoot of laughter.
'It's going to be a long winter,' Mona thought.