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Carmen and Cammy's European Vacation

Chapter 3- Carmen the Snape Slayer

"Oh Shit!" I screamed, "That cannot be the time!" I mean why is this funny little contraption showing me my time of death instead of the regular hour! The time in which Snape holds my head under the tardy guillotine, and chops it off. Why does it keep showing me that hour instead of the regular one, oh yeah that is the regular hour? It was 8:30. I started yanking books out of my bag.

"Oh my God" Cammy yelled, "Where's toast-boy?"

"No time" I muttered and we raced out of the common room. Believe me, NASCAR had nothing on this. I had potions too, just in case my morning had not started out bad enough, I had to go to that greasy-haired freak's room. And he wasn't exactly the merciful type. I tiptoed to the door and slowly, in James Bond fashion, snuck in. Snape was bent over his desk grading papers. Oh yes, go me. Then he caught me. Go me, no run!

"It's so nice you could join us" he stated.

"Glad to be here" I said meekly. He laughed again, geez he's just a comedian isn't he? "Care to explain your wardrobe?" I looked down. Crap. Double crap. I was still in my pajama bottoms.

"Er, it's pajama day in America?" I saluted and sat down. Of course, the only available seat was next to Wood, go figure.

"Is this some weird American custom?" he whispered.

"No, shut up"

"Why?"

"You're interrupting my learning experience" I laughed at myself.

"Well you're distracting me" he said gesturing to my pants.

"Shut up" Finally he kept quiet. Not long enough.

"You know it's been exactly 3 minutes since you told me to shut up?"

"Oh dear it's learned to count" I tried to concentrate on Snape. Yeah, right.

"So" he drawled on, "This potion originally involved wolfs-bane but when 2 novice Americans messed it up, it was changed." That sounded a tad like bad sportsmanship too me. Well it takes two to tango, not that I would ever tango with Snape. Eww. I raised my hand, Oliver looked surprised.

"I never knew you were one to participate"

"Well, you've learned something" He called on me. "Well, you see Americans didn't mess up the potion; they modified it" he laughed.

"Anything Americans do usually end up in a mess" No. Oh hell no.

"As I do recall, I believe Americans haven't screwed up everything"

"Be careful" Oliver whispered.

"Oh go clone a sheep" I retorted. I stood up, yes still clad in pj pants. "Little thing called the revolutionary war, if you do recall" he turned white, oh yeah I hit a nerve! "And we beat y'all with pitch forks!" He turned from stark to red.

"Carmen, keep your opinions to yourself" my temper got the best of me.

"And you can shove yours right up your" oops, that just registered. I turned as red as my robes, Oliver looked like he could've caught a fly in his mouth and that class ended in a detention slip. I groaned as I walked out, Oliver caught up to me.

"I can't believe you said that"

"Yeah, neither can I" We continued to the Great Hall, where a familiar Cammy spotted me.

"Well if it isn't my Pj partner-in-crime" I said.

"Yeah, if Flitwick asks about a flannel revolution, don't answer him" she laughed, "but on the other hand look who I made friends with" she gestured over to Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Fred Weasley and George Weasley. She introduced me and I explained my date with Snape.

"No you didn't!" Alicia squealed. I nodded.

"Can I shake your hand?" Fred asked, I did and he looked thoroughly proud. Oliver made it perfectly clear he was witness to all this.

"So you have to go to detention tonight?"

"Yeah" Our conversation had taken up most of the lunch period and I filed off to expand my learning some more, yeah right. Classes were boring and more boring, with a side of boring. I wasn't looking forward to detention, but it was better than this. I finally escaped my prison, headed off to dinner, chatted and started to my doomed detention. I caught Katie who was heading towards the pitch, "Going to practice?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Yeah, but Oliver has detention"

"Why?"

"I don't know" she headed off. Why did Oliver have detention?

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