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Snape and the author stood transfixed looking at each other. Neither moved for fear of what the other would do. This had to be some kind of joke, didn't it? Snape just could not understand why this person had written the poem. As he stared into the eyes of the author he realised it was no joke. "My office now!" Snape pointed to the door and the author trudged in. Snape followed, slamming the door and sitting down in his chair. "An explanation" The author stood legs shaking in front of Snape. "Sir, it was just a joke... I didn't mean anything by it. Please don't take it to Professor Dumbledore." Snape raised his eyebrows. He had not thought about taking it to Dumbledore. He shivered as he thought about Dumbledore's face after reading the poem. No, Dumbledore would be the last person he would show it to. "And why exactly shouldn't I.." The author shrugged, they had no explanation as to why Snape should not take it to Dumbledore. All they knew was that if Snape did they would never be able to live it down.

Snape looked at the author, perhaps it would be better just to forget all about it. After all perhaps it was a joke and if not. Well it was not like anything would happen. No it was best to leave it. "I think it may be best if we were to forget about this little... situation." The author let out a sigh of relief, not sure what to do next the author stood watching Snape. "Do you agree? Or would you prefer it if I were to take this..." He waved the poem that he had clutched in his hand. "...to Professor Dumbledore." The author shook their head. "Thank you Sir. I'm..... sorry." Snape sneered it was quite obvious that the author was not sorry. Still he was in no mood to argue. He waved his hand motioning the author to leave. "Sir, just one more thing. Could I have the poem back." Snape looked up at the author. If he were to give it back their would be no telling what might happen to it. For all he knew it could end up posted all over the school. "No. I think it's best if I get deal with it. Now leave before I change my mind." The author turned and fled the office. Snape leaned back in his chair looking at the poem. He read over it again and smiled.

The next days potion lesson was hard for Snape. As much as he tried to ignore the author he could not. Every few seconds he would look towards the authors desk, sometimes he did not even realise he was doing it. The author sat pale faced in the lesson. Why had they written the stupid poem? Everything had changed now Snape knew. Why had he kept the poem? What was he going to do with it? The author sat thinking about it and did not hear Snape asking the question. "People who do not pay attention in my class, will be serving detention if they are not careful. Now answer my question." The author looked up and realised the comment had been addressed to them. The authors face turned bright red, unsure as to how to answer they sat in silence. "So quiet, how unusual. Normally you have an answer for everything. Detention tonight I think. Then perhaps you'll learn to pay attention." The author sighed, detention and tonight. Why had they not paid attention. Normally they at least half listened to what Snape was saying. Snape was equally displeased. There were many people in detention that night. As much as he loved giving out detentions he hated having to supervise them. Still there were worse things he could be doing. At least he would not have to listen to Professor Trelawney's annual tea leaf reading. Last year she had told him he would come in to some considerable wealth. The next day he had invested money in some dodge cauldrons. The deal had fallen through and he had lost all his money. No, detention definitely seemed like the better option.

Snape sat at the table with the other teachers, he hated these moments and would far rather be sat alone in his dungeon. The other teachers were laughing and talking to each other. Dumbledore approached Snape. " Is everything okay Severus?" Snape looked up at Dumbledore, although he respected him he did not actually like him. "Fine professor, fine. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore smiled, Snape hated that smile. It was a smile that let the recipient know that he knew far more than what he was letting on. "Nothing Severus, you just seemed a little...distracted. Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?" Snape rolled his eyes. "No, now if you don't mind Professor, I have a detention to host." And with that Snape got up and left. Dumbledore smiled. He did know more than he was letting on. Far more.

Snape reached the dungeon that was half full of students ready to serve detention. He billowed along the side of the classroom and took his seat at his desk. He glanced around the classroom at the students. All were there including the author. He began to register of students out. he wanted to make certain they were all there. " Lavender Brown, Vincent Crabb, Gregory Goyle, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley." Yes they were all there......