( My new favorite word is billow. I also think that I feel like writing another disclaimer because well, i miss the discaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter JK Rowling does -she is a genius- I do own Dark, though. Oh, and little Jonny that needed help with homework. I don't own the list- "101 ways to annoy Snape. I don't know who owns it, but they're a genius too.)

Once the bell rang, Dark was on her feet and walking towards the Great hall. She couldn't wait to tell everyone how she had gotten away with hitting Snape right on the head. Yup she was pretty good at this getting away with stuff thing-

" Miss Smith," Came a farmilliar deep voice. Dark turned around slowly.

" Yes, Professor?" She answered with a feeling of dread.

" Your display in class today will cost you twenty points from Gryffindor and a detention with me tonight. Nine o' clock. Don't be late or it will cost you more points." With that Professor Snape walked away, his robes billowing behind him.

"How's he do that?" Dark wondered aloud. " There's like no wind in here... And yet they billow. Hm, that's a funny word. Billow billooooow!" Dark continued walking to the great hall. There were a few students giving her weird look because of her talking to herself.

By the time Dark sat down at the Gryffindor table, she was still smiling. She scooped some stew onto her plate, and ate her lunch, smiling.

" What's so funny?" Asked Ron, who was looking at her curiously.

" Billow..." Said Dark. "Oh, and I completed today's task!" She added in a cheerful note. The others were eager to hear her story, so she told it. She also told them about her animagus form. Hermione seemed excited about that. She was very good at transfuguration.

The rest of Dark's classes passed by quickly. Probably because she wasn't looking forward to detention with Snape. He'd probably make her do comething nasty, like scrub stinking cauldrons.

Dark knocked on the potions classroom door. "Enter" Came snape's voice. so, Dark went in. She was right about the cauldron scrubbing. In the middle of the room were about five big ol' filthy cauldrons. Snape looked up from what he was reading and gave her his usual sneer. He rummaged in one his desk drawers and tossed her a toothbrush.

"Get to work, Miss Smith. No magic." He said gesturing towards the cauldrons. He was clearly enjoying the look of horror on Dark's face.

" You're- you're kidding!" Dark stammered in disbelief. Snape's lip curled into a wicked smile as he shook his head. Dark scowled. Snape would have his fun, but come tomorrow, revenge would be hers. Muttering, Dark filled a bucket with soapy water and got to work, hissing foul things under her breath.

After about half an hour later, Dark crawled out of the first cauldron, which was turned on it's side. Pushing the heavy cauldron back onto it's feet with much effort, Dark examined her work.

"Done...well, the first one." Said Dark, dropping the toothbrush into the bucket. Snape got up to inspect the cauldron. He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke.

" Miss Smith, you missed a spot.." He said Dark looked a bit annoyed by this. She wroked her ass off on the stinkin' think.

" Where??" She asked a bit sharply. " There Said Snape, pointing into the bottom of the cauldron. Dark frowned. Was he just trying to bug her? She looked hard at the bottom of the cauldron trying to see if there was anything stuck in there. " What do you mean, there's noth-"

In a split second, it happened. Snape gave Dark a quick shove in the back, and Dark let out a yelp of suprise, and before she knew what was going on, she was crumpled up in the bottom of the cauldron. If there was steam coming out of her ears, Dark wouldn't have been suprised. After a minute of confused squirming, Dark made it out of the cauldron. At least she did a good job cleaning it.

Once out of the huge pewter pot, Dark, her eyes flashing with anger, yelled her lungs out at Professor Snape. Throughout the castle things could be heard, like " BASTARD!" or " YOU GIT!" and some other things that couldn't be heard clearly, because Dark was so angry she couldn't speak right. Once She stopped yelling, Snape looked up boredly.

" Are you quite finnished, Miss Smith?" He paused for a bit, maybe waiting for an answer. When he got none, he continued. " My, what a temper... fifteen points for your little tantrum. Get back to cleaning, I daresay you've got your work cut out for you." With a smirk, he went back to his desk and graded some papers. ( o.0 I hear a noise... Woah, my little brother snores really loud...)

Dark grudgingly got back to scrubbing cauldorns. It would have taken less time if she had a bigger brush. She still couldn't believe the nerve of that man! Shoving her into a cauldron! There was going to be hell to pay for this. While cleaning, Dark wondered what else Snape had in store for her. Whatever it was, She wasn't afraid. She'd prank him twice as much. Nope, Professor Snape didn't scare her at all.

By the time her detention was over, it was a bit past midnight. Dark got to the common room, aching all over. Cauldron scrubbing was a lot of work. Dark went quickly to her dormatory and threw her school robe on the floor. She was asleep almost as fast as her head hit the pillow.

(Sorry for such a short chapter. I'm working on 13, so it should be done soon......BILLOW!)