Chapter 6
It was after classes on a Friday afternoon. Severus Snape sat in his office, looking through notes on the lessons for next week, when suddenly, the door slammed open and Sarah came stalking in, slamming the door behind her.
"Have you spoken to Dumbledore about my wardrobe?!" she demanded, slamming her hands on his desk and glaring at him. "Because I, personally, am tired of wearing the same dress everyday! Granted, it's clean, but I want variety, damnit! Which means, I NEED MORE CLOTHES!!!" She straightened up and sneered down her nose at him. "So, unless you want me hounding you and nagging you and harassing you every second of every day, I suggest you go speak with the headmaster. Otherwise, you are really, really not going to like the person I will become. Are we kosher?"
Snape didn't even look up from his notes as she ranted at him. Instead choosing to ignore her. Which, really, wasn't a good idea. As they say.. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And this woman was reaching her limits. "You forget who you are speaking to, Ms. Valentine. Your little Ravenclaw friend doesn't seem to be having any such problems. Perhaps you should get your priorities sorted out before complaining. Wouldn't you agree?"
Twitching slightly, Sarah closed her eyes and fisted her hands in an attempt to calm down. "Mariah isn't having any problems because she has a dorm full of people who are more than willing to let her borrow some clothes! And, I know exactly who I'm speaking to, you over grown bat winged ball of grease!"
"You had ample opportunity to stay in the Slytherin dorms, Ms. Valentine," he hissed warningly. "And, I suggest you curb your tongue or suffer the consequences."
"Ooh.. Watch me care..." Sarah growled, starting to pace. "And, if I had stayed in the Slytherin dorms, I would have been killed in less then a day. And, somehow, I don't think that you would have wanted to explain to the headmaster why your new apprentice was found dead in the dorms of the house of which you are the head of. Hmm?" She curled her lip in disgust when she stopped in front of a jar full of some slimy and indefinable substance. "Back to the topic at hand. My wardrobe, or lack there of. If you do not speak with the headmaster by dinner, I'm going over your head and speaking with him myself."
Snape glared at her and went back to his notes. "As if you could get away with giving me orders. But, for the sake of amusement, what will you do if I do not comply with your demands?"
An evil grin passed over her face as she slowly and silently shifted behind him and leaned over his shoulder. Whispering in his ear, she said, "Have you ever seen a Hufflepuff couple when they're in love?" The evil grin deepened as he stiffened. "I will make your life perfectly miserable by hanging all over you, cooing at you, and calling you nauseatingly sweet endearments, thus completely ruining your reputation as the most feared, evil, professor Hogwarts has ever known. How's that for a necessary action to get what I want, Sevipoo-sugarbutt?" Without waiting for a response, she flounced out of the room, thoughts of revenge and torture running through her head.
Snape glared after her before shuffling his notes. "She wouldn't dream of doing anything of the sort to me.. Would she?" A tiny worry started niggling the back of his mind, but he ignored it and continued to go through his notes. Little did he know that his worries would very quickly become reality.
Dinner time rolled around and still Snape had not spoken to the headmaster. Sarah sat facing him at the teachers table, not eating, not talking. Just watching him with a pointed look that said, "Are you going to talk to him? Or are you really willing to push this and see how nasty I can get?"
Snape simply ignored her and happily ate his meal. He wasn't about to get intimidated by a mere slip of a girl. A muggle girl, at that. Conveniently, it slipped his mind that, she was in Slytherin for a reason. That, of course, was a mistake that would soon be corrected.
That evening, after dinner, Sarah paced up and down Mariah's room, muttering to herself about snarky potions masters that were just too attractive for their own good and them pushing girls like her to their limits. "This is getting to be stupid," she muttered, flopping down into a chair. Silently, she thought back to her conversation with the Headmaster just after dinner.
(And hour previously)
"Excuse me, Headmaster," Sarah asked, poking her head around the door to the headmaster's office. "May I speak with you for a moment?"
"Of course, Ms. Valentine. Please, do come in and have a seat," Dumbledore nodded, gesturing to a chair across from him. "What can I do for you? Lemon drop?"
Nodding, Sarah snagged one of the small candies and sat in the proffered chair. "I'm here to ask you about the possibility of getting a wardrobe for myself and Mariah. She's been borrowing clothes from the Ravenclaw sixth and seventh years for sometime now, and I've been forced to wear the same dress since the first day we were here. And, we both have a preference for having a selection and that selection being our own clothes... I've discussed this with Professor Snape, but he's refused to speak with you about us going to Diagon Alley and London to shop for a selection of clothes. So, I'm going over his head and speaking to you on my own." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, glad that she had gotten that out without stumbling over the words. Then, to keep herself from babbling even more, she stuck the small lemon flavored candy in her mouth and sucked hard, her face tightening slightly from the sourness of the candy.
Dumbledore smiled gently, his bright blue eyes twinkling merrily. "Naturally you would want to have your own clothes. And, a variety would be pleasant, as well. But, I'm afraid you are going to have to speak with Severus about your wardrobe, as he is your head of house and potions professor. I will gladly offer whatever support I can and monetary means when it becomes necessary, but you must get his approval first. Understood?"
Scowling, the redhead thought about what the headmaster had said before a grin spread across her face. "I understand perfectly, Headmaster. Thank you for your time." She stood up and headed for the door to the office.
"And, good luck, Ms. Valentine. I fear you are going to need it."
"Oh... I'm not the one who's going to be needing the luck, Headmaster. Professor Snape is going to need all the luck he can get by the time I get done with him. Good evening." With that, Sarah was gone, leaving the headmaster to chuckle over the mere thought of what the redhead might do to get Severus to agree to the wardrobe.
Sarah looked at Mariah with a raised brow. "What's the possibility of my getting the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffendor seventh years to help me?" she demanded, thoughts of how she would torment Snape coming to life in her evil little mind.
"Pretty good, I'd say. Most of them don't exactly favor your charming potions master much." Mariah responded, not looking up from the DADA book she was reading. "Do you have any idea how nasty Quirrell smells with all that garlic and stuff? Not to mention that good old Snakeface is in the back of his head, under that dumb turban of his.."
"Good. I'm going to be needing theirs and your help for what I have planned for Severus.. He won't know what hit him. I wasn't put is Slytherin for nothing, you know."
"Do I even want to know what you have planned?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, chica. Soon enough." Sarah cackled to herself as she left the Ravenclaw's rooms to head back to her own. "We'll start the planning tomorrow. Quietly. I don't want any more people than necessary knowing about this. Good night!" With that, she was gone.
Mariah chuckled and shook her head as she want back to her book. "This is going to be interesting..."
Monday rolled around and Snape had no clue that his life was about to become a living hell. All because he refused to acknowledge Sarah and Mariah's needs for wardrobes. If he made the same mistake again after that day, you would seriously start doubting the man's sanity. Not that it wasn't already in question, but that was irrelevant.
The students of Hogwarts were all in attendance at breakfast that morning, though they were horribly tired and having a difficult time waking up. The professors were at the head table, speaking quietly amongst each other and sipping tea or coffee. There was an empty seat beside Snape, which belonged to Sarah. But she was never at breakfast due to sleeping in. Everyone knew that, to her, the world didn't exist before ten am and she didn't even consider herself to be human until she'd had at least five cups of coffee.
But, the school was in for a shock as the doors to the great hall opened to reveal Sarah, wide awake and looking... happy? She was dressed in a school girl uniform consisting of a plaid skirt that stopped just above mid thigh, a white button up shirt that had the tails knotted to show off her flat and toned stomach, with a silver and green tie around the collar, knee socks, and mary janes with three inch stiletto heels. Her ruby red hair was pulled into two high pig tails that flowed down and over her shoulders, ending in gentle curls. Her face was a stark but still attractive mass of makeup. Blue eye shadow off set all the green and a pearly pink lipstick showed off the fullness of her lips to perfection. The students and teachers couldn't help but stare at her in fascination. Not including Dumbledore and Snape.
After pausing for a dramatic effect, Sarah skipped merrily up to the teachers table to sit beside Snape. The skipping did well to surprise people enough to laugh, but what came next completely took the cake.
"Good morning, Sevipoo-sugarbutt! You look absolutely wonderful this morning!" she squealed in a high pitched and nauseatingly ditzy voice before giving a sickeningly sweet sigh. (AN: At this point, you have to think of Brittany, the dumb cheerleader from 'Daria'... Which I can do a almost perfect impression of, sadly enough. And this will continue for most of the chapter. .;)
Severus choked on a sip of his tea and began to cough in an attempt to breath. Once he was sorted out, he glared blackest death at Sarah, though it didn't faze her for a moment. The other professors were stifling their laughter at the endearment while the student body as a whole began snigger uncontrollably.
Mariah, who was seated at the end of the Ravenclaw table closest to the head table, leaned back and looked pointedly at Snape. "You ignored her, didn't you? I warned you not to. Didn't I say she could be like a wound that's been ignored for too long that could eventually kill you? Did you listen? Nope. And, now, you've unleashed her fury. And not one person will be able to stop her until she gets what she wants."
At this, several of the Ravenclaws looked at the ebony haired muggle with slight fear. "She's not going to... you know.. Do that to us, is she?" one of them asked softly.
"Oh, lord, no. He's her target. She has different methods for different people. Besides, you don't have anything she wants. So, there is no reason to be worried," Mariah reassured them as she went back to drinking her coffee.
Severus turned his disgruntled gaze from Mariah to Sarah, shuddering as the red head gave another one of those sickeningly sweet sighs and batted her lashes at him.
"Oh, Sevipoonekobunny... You just look so wonderful today!" she giggled and smiled brightly, causing the most feared potions master Hogwarts has ever seen to shudder and turn away.
Dumbledore sniggered and nodded ever so slightly at Sarah, silently telling her that the plan was being most effective.
Sarah nodded and turned her gaze back to Snape, staring and sighing at random intervals. Finally, towards the end of breakfast, she jumped up and threw her arms around him, squealing, "Oh, Sevi! I'm going to go prep the classroom for potions today! You just stay here and finish your breakfast and I'll take care of everything! Okay?! Love ya, buh-bye!" With that, she skipped out of the Great Hall, the doors closing behind her. What everyone didn't see was Sarah falling against a wall and shuddering horribly and muttering softly to herself as she trudged towards the dungeons, glaring at any student that got close to her.
That evening, after a day full of nauseating endearments and the sickening sighs, Sarah was flopped gracelessly in a chair in her rooms, glaring at Mariah. "He lasted the day, Mariah. He wasn't supposed to be able to last the whole day!"
Mariah sniggered and shook her head. "Hey.. If he lasted the whole day, and if you keep going at the rate you're going, he should crack by the end of the week. About Friday. And, when he does, it's going to be loud."
"God, I don't want to do this for a week. But, it's the only way I can get through to him." the Slytherin girl whined as she tugged her hair out of her pigtails.
"Are you going to be doing the whining thing all week?" Mariah asked.
"Probably. Why?"
"Because I need to know if I'm going to have to go Madam Pomfrey for a headache cure every night..."
"Oh.. Yeah, you probably should do that. I may have to do that.. I'm annoyed with myself, yet he can last the whole damned day... I never thought it would be possible."
Mariah laughed as she got up and headed for the door. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning, then. Get as much sleep as you can before breakfast. You're going to need it."
"Oh, yeah.. Tomorrow is when the shit really hit's the fan.. Man, it's going to be good," Sarah cackled as Mariah left the room, shaking her head as she left. "Tomorrow is going to be great..."
Tuesday was much like Monday with Sarah's entrance into the Great Hall. Her being up early for the second day in a row shocked both the students and the professors, alike. And, each passing hour, the simpering and squealing and basic nauseating personality got worse.
"Good Morning, my sweet jellied vulcher eyes," Sarah cooed as she skipped up to the head table and sat down beside the increasingly disgruntled potions master. "I got a present!"
Snape glared at her before going back to his coffee. He couldn't believe that she was actually doing this to him. She was actually carrying through with her threat because he didn't speak with the headmaster about her stupid wardrobe. How very... Slytherin of her. Well, being a Slytherin himself, he refused to kow tow her demands. He had withstood torture from the Dark Lord, she was nothing compared to that. (AN: Famous last words, ne?)
"I got you a book! Isn't it great!?" She squealed and thrust a bright yellow and black book in his face. "I know you're a potions master and everything, but I just thought this would be absolutely perfect for you! It's called, 'Potions for Dummies'!"
Upon hearing the title of the book, several students and professors began to laugh hysterically at the shocked look on the potion master's face. Dumbledore smiled brightly at the young professor and lifted his tea cup in a toast, his eyes sparkling merrily. Snape cursed the old headmaster silently before glaring at his apprentice.
But, before he could give any kind of scathing remark, the book was tossed into his lap and he was locked in a tight glomp by the... rather indescribable red head. "I knew you would love it! Now, you finish your tea and toast and I'll go prepare for class! Okay!? Love ya, buh-bye!" She gave a nauseatingly cute giggle and skipped out of the hall, leaving the rest of the school behind to contemplate her actions yet again.
"D'you think she's actually going to get her way?" someone asked.
"If she were directing that kind of attention towards me, I would give her anything she asked for, just to shut her up."
"You have to admit, though. It really is an ingenious plan. Being a muggle, she's got an evil streak that is ideal for Slytherin. Wouldn't you say?"
"Severus," Flitwick started, "perhaps you should just give her what ever it is she wants and have done with it."
"No. I refuse to allow her to force me to do anything. She's just a muggle, after all."
"I would be careful if I were you, Severus. She doesn't strike me as the sort to be trifled with," Dumbledore pointed out, giving a bright smile.
Snape grumbled and went back to sipping his tea and munching on his toast, taking as long as possible to finish his breakfast and avoid his apprentice. Little did he know that things were going to get worse while he loitered in the Great Hall.
Ooooh.. Cliffie! Yay! Erm... yeah. Next chapter will be out soon!! Keep reading and please review!! And, thank you to the anonymous person who reviewed already! I'm glad you like it.. Is it getting annoying or do you really find it funny..? Because I'm getting a kick out of writing it.. I love bugging people. Sad thing is.. I've actually done things like that to people to get my way.. No wonder I'm in Slytherin. .
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It was after classes on a Friday afternoon. Severus Snape sat in his office, looking through notes on the lessons for next week, when suddenly, the door slammed open and Sarah came stalking in, slamming the door behind her.
"Have you spoken to Dumbledore about my wardrobe?!" she demanded, slamming her hands on his desk and glaring at him. "Because I, personally, am tired of wearing the same dress everyday! Granted, it's clean, but I want variety, damnit! Which means, I NEED MORE CLOTHES!!!" She straightened up and sneered down her nose at him. "So, unless you want me hounding you and nagging you and harassing you every second of every day, I suggest you go speak with the headmaster. Otherwise, you are really, really not going to like the person I will become. Are we kosher?"
Snape didn't even look up from his notes as she ranted at him. Instead choosing to ignore her. Which, really, wasn't a good idea. As they say.. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And this woman was reaching her limits. "You forget who you are speaking to, Ms. Valentine. Your little Ravenclaw friend doesn't seem to be having any such problems. Perhaps you should get your priorities sorted out before complaining. Wouldn't you agree?"
Twitching slightly, Sarah closed her eyes and fisted her hands in an attempt to calm down. "Mariah isn't having any problems because she has a dorm full of people who are more than willing to let her borrow some clothes! And, I know exactly who I'm speaking to, you over grown bat winged ball of grease!"
"You had ample opportunity to stay in the Slytherin dorms, Ms. Valentine," he hissed warningly. "And, I suggest you curb your tongue or suffer the consequences."
"Ooh.. Watch me care..." Sarah growled, starting to pace. "And, if I had stayed in the Slytherin dorms, I would have been killed in less then a day. And, somehow, I don't think that you would have wanted to explain to the headmaster why your new apprentice was found dead in the dorms of the house of which you are the head of. Hmm?" She curled her lip in disgust when she stopped in front of a jar full of some slimy and indefinable substance. "Back to the topic at hand. My wardrobe, or lack there of. If you do not speak with the headmaster by dinner, I'm going over your head and speaking with him myself."
Snape glared at her and went back to his notes. "As if you could get away with giving me orders. But, for the sake of amusement, what will you do if I do not comply with your demands?"
An evil grin passed over her face as she slowly and silently shifted behind him and leaned over his shoulder. Whispering in his ear, she said, "Have you ever seen a Hufflepuff couple when they're in love?" The evil grin deepened as he stiffened. "I will make your life perfectly miserable by hanging all over you, cooing at you, and calling you nauseatingly sweet endearments, thus completely ruining your reputation as the most feared, evil, professor Hogwarts has ever known. How's that for a necessary action to get what I want, Sevipoo-sugarbutt?" Without waiting for a response, she flounced out of the room, thoughts of revenge and torture running through her head.
Snape glared after her before shuffling his notes. "She wouldn't dream of doing anything of the sort to me.. Would she?" A tiny worry started niggling the back of his mind, but he ignored it and continued to go through his notes. Little did he know that his worries would very quickly become reality.
Dinner time rolled around and still Snape had not spoken to the headmaster. Sarah sat facing him at the teachers table, not eating, not talking. Just watching him with a pointed look that said, "Are you going to talk to him? Or are you really willing to push this and see how nasty I can get?"
Snape simply ignored her and happily ate his meal. He wasn't about to get intimidated by a mere slip of a girl. A muggle girl, at that. Conveniently, it slipped his mind that, she was in Slytherin for a reason. That, of course, was a mistake that would soon be corrected.
That evening, after dinner, Sarah paced up and down Mariah's room, muttering to herself about snarky potions masters that were just too attractive for their own good and them pushing girls like her to their limits. "This is getting to be stupid," she muttered, flopping down into a chair. Silently, she thought back to her conversation with the Headmaster just after dinner.
(And hour previously)
"Excuse me, Headmaster," Sarah asked, poking her head around the door to the headmaster's office. "May I speak with you for a moment?"
"Of course, Ms. Valentine. Please, do come in and have a seat," Dumbledore nodded, gesturing to a chair across from him. "What can I do for you? Lemon drop?"
Nodding, Sarah snagged one of the small candies and sat in the proffered chair. "I'm here to ask you about the possibility of getting a wardrobe for myself and Mariah. She's been borrowing clothes from the Ravenclaw sixth and seventh years for sometime now, and I've been forced to wear the same dress since the first day we were here. And, we both have a preference for having a selection and that selection being our own clothes... I've discussed this with Professor Snape, but he's refused to speak with you about us going to Diagon Alley and London to shop for a selection of clothes. So, I'm going over his head and speaking to you on my own." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, glad that she had gotten that out without stumbling over the words. Then, to keep herself from babbling even more, she stuck the small lemon flavored candy in her mouth and sucked hard, her face tightening slightly from the sourness of the candy.
Dumbledore smiled gently, his bright blue eyes twinkling merrily. "Naturally you would want to have your own clothes. And, a variety would be pleasant, as well. But, I'm afraid you are going to have to speak with Severus about your wardrobe, as he is your head of house and potions professor. I will gladly offer whatever support I can and monetary means when it becomes necessary, but you must get his approval first. Understood?"
Scowling, the redhead thought about what the headmaster had said before a grin spread across her face. "I understand perfectly, Headmaster. Thank you for your time." She stood up and headed for the door to the office.
"And, good luck, Ms. Valentine. I fear you are going to need it."
"Oh... I'm not the one who's going to be needing the luck, Headmaster. Professor Snape is going to need all the luck he can get by the time I get done with him. Good evening." With that, Sarah was gone, leaving the headmaster to chuckle over the mere thought of what the redhead might do to get Severus to agree to the wardrobe.
Sarah looked at Mariah with a raised brow. "What's the possibility of my getting the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffendor seventh years to help me?" she demanded, thoughts of how she would torment Snape coming to life in her evil little mind.
"Pretty good, I'd say. Most of them don't exactly favor your charming potions master much." Mariah responded, not looking up from the DADA book she was reading. "Do you have any idea how nasty Quirrell smells with all that garlic and stuff? Not to mention that good old Snakeface is in the back of his head, under that dumb turban of his.."
"Good. I'm going to be needing theirs and your help for what I have planned for Severus.. He won't know what hit him. I wasn't put is Slytherin for nothing, you know."
"Do I even want to know what you have planned?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, chica. Soon enough." Sarah cackled to herself as she left the Ravenclaw's rooms to head back to her own. "We'll start the planning tomorrow. Quietly. I don't want any more people than necessary knowing about this. Good night!" With that, she was gone.
Mariah chuckled and shook her head as she want back to her book. "This is going to be interesting..."
Monday rolled around and Snape had no clue that his life was about to become a living hell. All because he refused to acknowledge Sarah and Mariah's needs for wardrobes. If he made the same mistake again after that day, you would seriously start doubting the man's sanity. Not that it wasn't already in question, but that was irrelevant.
The students of Hogwarts were all in attendance at breakfast that morning, though they were horribly tired and having a difficult time waking up. The professors were at the head table, speaking quietly amongst each other and sipping tea or coffee. There was an empty seat beside Snape, which belonged to Sarah. But she was never at breakfast due to sleeping in. Everyone knew that, to her, the world didn't exist before ten am and she didn't even consider herself to be human until she'd had at least five cups of coffee.
But, the school was in for a shock as the doors to the great hall opened to reveal Sarah, wide awake and looking... happy? She was dressed in a school girl uniform consisting of a plaid skirt that stopped just above mid thigh, a white button up shirt that had the tails knotted to show off her flat and toned stomach, with a silver and green tie around the collar, knee socks, and mary janes with three inch stiletto heels. Her ruby red hair was pulled into two high pig tails that flowed down and over her shoulders, ending in gentle curls. Her face was a stark but still attractive mass of makeup. Blue eye shadow off set all the green and a pearly pink lipstick showed off the fullness of her lips to perfection. The students and teachers couldn't help but stare at her in fascination. Not including Dumbledore and Snape.
After pausing for a dramatic effect, Sarah skipped merrily up to the teachers table to sit beside Snape. The skipping did well to surprise people enough to laugh, but what came next completely took the cake.
"Good morning, Sevipoo-sugarbutt! You look absolutely wonderful this morning!" she squealed in a high pitched and nauseatingly ditzy voice before giving a sickeningly sweet sigh. (AN: At this point, you have to think of Brittany, the dumb cheerleader from 'Daria'... Which I can do a almost perfect impression of, sadly enough. And this will continue for most of the chapter. .;)
Severus choked on a sip of his tea and began to cough in an attempt to breath. Once he was sorted out, he glared blackest death at Sarah, though it didn't faze her for a moment. The other professors were stifling their laughter at the endearment while the student body as a whole began snigger uncontrollably.
Mariah, who was seated at the end of the Ravenclaw table closest to the head table, leaned back and looked pointedly at Snape. "You ignored her, didn't you? I warned you not to. Didn't I say she could be like a wound that's been ignored for too long that could eventually kill you? Did you listen? Nope. And, now, you've unleashed her fury. And not one person will be able to stop her until she gets what she wants."
At this, several of the Ravenclaws looked at the ebony haired muggle with slight fear. "She's not going to... you know.. Do that to us, is she?" one of them asked softly.
"Oh, lord, no. He's her target. She has different methods for different people. Besides, you don't have anything she wants. So, there is no reason to be worried," Mariah reassured them as she went back to drinking her coffee.
Severus turned his disgruntled gaze from Mariah to Sarah, shuddering as the red head gave another one of those sickeningly sweet sighs and batted her lashes at him.
"Oh, Sevipoonekobunny... You just look so wonderful today!" she giggled and smiled brightly, causing the most feared potions master Hogwarts has ever seen to shudder and turn away.
Dumbledore sniggered and nodded ever so slightly at Sarah, silently telling her that the plan was being most effective.
Sarah nodded and turned her gaze back to Snape, staring and sighing at random intervals. Finally, towards the end of breakfast, she jumped up and threw her arms around him, squealing, "Oh, Sevi! I'm going to go prep the classroom for potions today! You just stay here and finish your breakfast and I'll take care of everything! Okay?! Love ya, buh-bye!" With that, she skipped out of the Great Hall, the doors closing behind her. What everyone didn't see was Sarah falling against a wall and shuddering horribly and muttering softly to herself as she trudged towards the dungeons, glaring at any student that got close to her.
That evening, after a day full of nauseating endearments and the sickening sighs, Sarah was flopped gracelessly in a chair in her rooms, glaring at Mariah. "He lasted the day, Mariah. He wasn't supposed to be able to last the whole day!"
Mariah sniggered and shook her head. "Hey.. If he lasted the whole day, and if you keep going at the rate you're going, he should crack by the end of the week. About Friday. And, when he does, it's going to be loud."
"God, I don't want to do this for a week. But, it's the only way I can get through to him." the Slytherin girl whined as she tugged her hair out of her pigtails.
"Are you going to be doing the whining thing all week?" Mariah asked.
"Probably. Why?"
"Because I need to know if I'm going to have to go Madam Pomfrey for a headache cure every night..."
"Oh.. Yeah, you probably should do that. I may have to do that.. I'm annoyed with myself, yet he can last the whole damned day... I never thought it would be possible."
Mariah laughed as she got up and headed for the door. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning, then. Get as much sleep as you can before breakfast. You're going to need it."
"Oh, yeah.. Tomorrow is when the shit really hit's the fan.. Man, it's going to be good," Sarah cackled as Mariah left the room, shaking her head as she left. "Tomorrow is going to be great..."
Tuesday was much like Monday with Sarah's entrance into the Great Hall. Her being up early for the second day in a row shocked both the students and the professors, alike. And, each passing hour, the simpering and squealing and basic nauseating personality got worse.
"Good Morning, my sweet jellied vulcher eyes," Sarah cooed as she skipped up to the head table and sat down beside the increasingly disgruntled potions master. "I got a present!"
Snape glared at her before going back to his coffee. He couldn't believe that she was actually doing this to him. She was actually carrying through with her threat because he didn't speak with the headmaster about her stupid wardrobe. How very... Slytherin of her. Well, being a Slytherin himself, he refused to kow tow her demands. He had withstood torture from the Dark Lord, she was nothing compared to that. (AN: Famous last words, ne?)
"I got you a book! Isn't it great!?" She squealed and thrust a bright yellow and black book in his face. "I know you're a potions master and everything, but I just thought this would be absolutely perfect for you! It's called, 'Potions for Dummies'!"
Upon hearing the title of the book, several students and professors began to laugh hysterically at the shocked look on the potion master's face. Dumbledore smiled brightly at the young professor and lifted his tea cup in a toast, his eyes sparkling merrily. Snape cursed the old headmaster silently before glaring at his apprentice.
But, before he could give any kind of scathing remark, the book was tossed into his lap and he was locked in a tight glomp by the... rather indescribable red head. "I knew you would love it! Now, you finish your tea and toast and I'll go prepare for class! Okay!? Love ya, buh-bye!" She gave a nauseatingly cute giggle and skipped out of the hall, leaving the rest of the school behind to contemplate her actions yet again.
"D'you think she's actually going to get her way?" someone asked.
"If she were directing that kind of attention towards me, I would give her anything she asked for, just to shut her up."
"You have to admit, though. It really is an ingenious plan. Being a muggle, she's got an evil streak that is ideal for Slytherin. Wouldn't you say?"
"Severus," Flitwick started, "perhaps you should just give her what ever it is she wants and have done with it."
"No. I refuse to allow her to force me to do anything. She's just a muggle, after all."
"I would be careful if I were you, Severus. She doesn't strike me as the sort to be trifled with," Dumbledore pointed out, giving a bright smile.
Snape grumbled and went back to sipping his tea and munching on his toast, taking as long as possible to finish his breakfast and avoid his apprentice. Little did he know that things were going to get worse while he loitered in the Great Hall.
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