The next morning The Trio sat at the breakfast table, eating of all things. Harry kept looking around to see if he could spot that girl, but she was no where to be found. He was beginning to wonder if he was just insane or something. He'd been wondering that a lot lately.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter."
Harry looked up to see Snape's glittering black eyes glaring down at him.
"Yessssssss?" he asked.
"Mr. Potter, it has come to my attention that some of my more inexpensive potion supplies have gone missing." Snape's hair glimmered as he spoke.
"I assure you it wasn't us, sir," said Hermione, her cheeks going red. Snape was wearing all black again and looked really hot.
"Mr. Potter—"Snape started, his mouth curling in a wicked grin.
"I DIDN'T TAKE NOTHING!!!" Harry screamed, the anger inside him boiling like no anger had ever boiled. He'd understandably had enough of this bullying.
But Snape didn't get time to respond. The great hall doors burst open, highlighting a curvy silhouette in the doorway, which began to glide toward them. Harry's jaw dropped as his green eyes roved over the tank top and tie, the daring low rider pants (exposed by a casually falling open robe), the purple Vans shoes, and finally the purple skateboard under the girl's feet. The Hufflepuffs cheered as she passed by them, giving each guy a dashing white smile. Suddenly she had to stop because Snape was in her way.
"Skating in the great hall? 15 points from Gryffindor," said Snape meanly.
"I'm in Ravenclaw, sir."
"Well then, 10 points from Ravenclaw."
Jane impressively popped her board up into her hand. "I'm sorry I took too much time washing my hair. I have to spend at least an hour in the shower to make sure it doesn't get too greasy. I didn't want to miss breakfast."
"Is that so?" said Snape meanly.
"Oh, back off Snape, she's not hurting anyone," said a masculine Scottish voice. There he stood tall and dark haired, with eyes as deep as a bottomless pit. Jane felt her legs wobble.
Oliver Wood made his way across the room to where Jane and Severus were. "By the way," he said to Snape. "There's some kids snogging behind the greenhouse—thought you ought to know."
Snape raised his eyebrow in a really creepy way. "All right, I'll trust you with her punishment." He stormed out the doors, his cape flying out behind him like batman.
Oliver turned to Jane. "I'm not taking any points but…don't do it again," he said, giving her a wink." He turned to walk away, but snuck a quick glance back. "Nice moves, you should be on the Quidditch team."
"Maybe," she said, as he began to walk back to the High and mighty Table. Out of earshot, she added in a whisper, "Oliver."
Sighing with memory, she stepped back on her skate board, did a jump over the Hufflepuff's and sat down with her fellow wise guys at the Ravenclaw table. She sat there pondering until her thoughts were interrupted.
"That temporary flying teacher's pretty cute, isn't he?" said a voice. Jane looked in front of her to see two almond eyes staring her down. "He's suspended from the English Quidditch team for misconduct. Usually they don't take them so young, but he's filling in since Madame Hooch got struck by lightning…again." The girl was Asian and kind of gorgeous. She looked like she might be a seventh year. "I'm Cho Chang…and you are?"
"Jane Silver," said Jane, pulling a Go-gurt from her pocket. "Who was that sadistic greasy dude?"
"Professor Snape," said another voice. Jane turned to see a younger girl sitting next to Cho. She had long dark blonde hair and wide pale eyes. Somehow Jane could tell she was a fifth year. Luna Lovegood smiled and laughed, "He's so creepy it's sexy."
"Uh, for some reason I don't see that." Jane raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl strangely. "Anyone else I should know about?"
"The DADA teacher, she's the sweetest thing you'll ever meet," said Cho, cutting in. "Her name's Professor Combe. The only thing wrong with her is that nobody really knows who the heck she is." Cho pointed over to the teachers table with her fork. The DADA teacher's hair was the color of honey, and tied tightly in a bun at the back of her head. Her eyes were like amber, only partially hidden by some black glasses.
She looked vaguely familiar to Jane, who forced her eyes off the High Table and over to the Gryffindor table. "Hey! Isn't that Harry Potter?"
"Oh, yes," said Luna, grinning wolfishly.
"Yeah, you can't mistake him," Cho said calmly, "He's my ex-boyfriend." Suddenly she threw herself onto the table in tears, splashing everyone with orange juice. Her hair dragged around in the maple syrup and scrambled eggs as she wept. The grease from the sausages stained her robes in despair. Luna casually took the girl's elbow out of her omelet and continued eating.