(Thanks for the reviews They are encouraging! Wow, wasn't that corny. I probanly wont have another chapter down for a while, i'm bust this month. Oh, by the way, today's my birthday. Dunno why I mentioned it... Have some cake! bye)

With last night's detention still in mind the next morning, Dark got out her list right after she was ready for the day. She sat in the common room for a while, looking for revenge. Her eyes scanned the list tiredly. She stopped on one task that looked interesting. it read, "18 Look terrified and leave the hall ANYTIME he picks up his spoon at mealtimes." Dark figured that at first it would confuse Snape, but he'd figure it out eventually. Then he's probably get annoyed with it. Or at least try to scare her away with a spoon. Well, if he did try that, she wouldn't scream and run away. She also figured that she'd drag Harry to his office again, along with tripping him in the halls whenever the opportunity knocked.

Before long, the common room was filled with people on their way to breakfast. Dark found her friends, and told them of her plan. They agreed to her her out incase she failed to see any spoon-filled action....(Gee, that sounded weird..) Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Dark ate some toast and eggs at an alarming speed, so that if Snape picked up a spoon, she wouldn't be too hungry.

Once Snape entered the Great hall, Dark kept a watch on him out of the corner of her eye. She was relieved to see that he was eating eggs, and they didn't require a spoon. Soon, however Dark noticed him pour some cream into his coffee.

" Oh no, he'll stir it!" Dark thought to herself.Preparing herself for an early leave, she slipped a piece of toast into her robe pocket. Hermione saw this, and wrinkled her nose. She said nothing, though. But then Snape took out his wand and stirred the coffee by magic. Dark sighed with relief. She really didn't like making a scene, but for the sake of annoying Snape, she would. Dark kept watching her Professor, wondering if he would use a spoon, her question was answered, though, when Professor Snape dropped his fork. It seemed that he didn't want to bother picking it up, so he continued eating his eggs. With his spoon! (Gasp!)

The others watched Dark interestedly. They probably were watching Snape also. Dark stood up and looked right at the spoon. Snape noticed that, because he was looking at Dark curiously. She gave the spoon a deer-in-the-headlights look, and made a girly screaming noise.

"WAH!" Dark tore out of the Great hall leaving lots of confusion behind her. Once in the entrance hall, Dark started laughing. The look on Snape's face was hilarious. As well as everyone else in the great hall. She decided to wait outside of the Great hall, so that when Snape left, She might be able to trip him. Waiting, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the now crumpled piece of toast. It was still kind of warm, so she nibbled on it until she heard the scraping of chairs and feet coming from the Great hall.

Dark stood back and let the mass of students pass her by. Once she caught sight of Snape, who was still in the hall, Dark ran up ahead to the corridor that went towards the way to the dungeons. Dark waited on a corner, hiding. Soon, she heard swift footsteps and a farmilliar voice muttering to himself. As the footsteps drew nearer and nearer, Dark flung her foot out from the corner. Apparently, Snape didn't see her foot, because He let out a small yell, and then hit the floor with a heavy grunt.

" SMIITH!!!!!!!!" Dark tore off, but wasn't fast enough. Snape was so extremely livid, that Dark wouldn't be suprised if he tried to strangle her. Finally, Snape caught her by the hood of the robes, and since Dark was running at such a speed, well, just try to think of a cartoonish dog cetting caught up on it's lead. Dark fell flat on her ass. Her face was screwed up in a pained expression until Snape spoke. Then she went very pale.

" MISS SMITH WHAT IN BLOODY HELL ARE YOU THINKING???" He demanded.

" Uh......." Dark couldn't think of an excuse for that one. She just looked up into his enraged face.

" Detention- eight- twenty points-.....!" Was all Snape managed to get out. He was seething. Dark watched a muscle in his eye twitch violently. If she wasn't about to soil herself in fear, she'd probably have laughed at this. Snape pulled her up by the scruff of the neck, and told her to get to class. While walking away, Dark could have sworn she has heard him muttering " Deep breaths.....Happy place..."

Dark made her way to Defense against the dark arts class. At the end of the lesson, the class was assigned a two foot essay on Defensive and counter jinxes. Before leaving, Dark jokingly complained about the N.E.W.T.s standards to Professor Lupin. He just laughed, and told her to go to class. ( Yep, I decided to make him the D.A. Professor, because isn't that just what everyone really wants? ) Dark made her way to Transfiguration class.

Sitting down at her desk, Dark pulled out her homework. Today they were working on becoming an animagus, if they wanted to. By the end of class, Nobody got to far. Transforming was serious and hard work. Dark was one of the most progressed students, although it wasn't really much progress. Dark had ended up sprouting a bushy fox tail, and her ears were now fox ears resting on the top of her head. looking in a mirror after this happened, Dark laughed. " I'm like, Anthro!" She giggled, making her tail wag and her left ear twitch. Professor McGonagall Smiled and shook her head.

" That's a start, Miss Smith, but you need to concentrate a bit more. You might have it by the next lesson if you practice for homework. Try turning your ears back to normal." She said. Dark closed her eyes in concentration, and her tail was gone. She opened her eyes as her ears shrank back to normal. She gave her Professor a triumphant grin.

By the time detention arrived, Dark was exausted and had quite a bit of homework on her mind. When she entered the potions classroom, there was a giant pile of student essays on one of the desks. Snape, who was scowling, told Dark to get to work, so Dark started grading the essays. It seemed like she was grading every first through third year in the school's essay. Most of them didn't have much wrong with them, while a few were total last minute write down anything ones. Every now and then, Snape would glance up at Dark. She started noticing that it looked like he was expecting something. This made Dark slightly nervous, yet she still graded the papers.

Three quarters of the way through, it was getting pretty late, Dark noticed that the next piece of parchment was blank. She looked at it skeptically for a minute, and then looked up at snape, who was reading something.

"Professor, this one is blank......?" Dark stopped and looked at the parchment. Words seemed to be bleeding onto the page. Dark shook her head and read.

' What happened to the foolish girl that annoyed Professor Snape?' Is what the spindly letters formed. Dark said. " uh..." not knowing if the page could hear her. She was now certain that this is what Snape was waiting for. More words formed on the paper. ' This is what happens...' Dark had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then to her suprise, Black ink came out of the page in a thin jet, spattering ink all over her face. She screamed and threw the parchment.

Wiping her eyes with her sleeve Dark glared at Professor Snape, who was, laughing? He was, the jerk. Although, Dark's anger almost vanished at the sound of it. She almost started laughing as well. For a minute, Dark just sat there and watched her Professor.

Pulling out her wand, Dark said " Scourgify." and her face was almost clean. Some of the ink had stained her cheeks and nose a grey color that she would have to scrub to get rid of. Once Snape had stopped laughing and pointing like a first year, He told Dark to get back to work.

It was around eleven when Dark got back to the common room. Harry and Ron, who were still working on homework at one of the back tables, looked up to see the grey scowling look on her face.

" What happened to you?" asked Ron. " You're grey!" Dark glared. " Oh, really? I hadn't noticed." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Dark spent another fifteen minuted in the girl's bathroom attaching her face with a wet, soapy cloth. By the time she was done, her face was not ink stained, but red and raw. She dragged herself to her dorm, undressed, and plopped her sore face on her pillow. It took her a while to get to sleep that night, because all she could think about was Professor Snape's laugh.

(See y'all in a while. I got a six hour car ride to look forward to tomorrow, so not much story writing is to happen soon.)