(( Well, i hope that this chapter is better than the last one.. i'm pretty sure it's longer. I updated it quicker, too!! Although, the only thing that got me working on the computer is the music i have... I needed an excuse. Um, yeah... thank you so much for the reviews. That's the only reason I keep this up. So, enjoy and i'll try to update soon.))
Disclaimer: Not mine... I don't even make money out of it... Oh, but Dark's mine, so keep ye scurvy hands off! acts like anyone wants to use Dark feh, right.
Over the next couple of days nothing happened. The days were calm. It was a kind of unnerving calm though, for Dark at least. she was preparing herself for the worst of Professor Snape. she read her list, and had a new task ready. Actually she had a few. First, there was " 16. Squeak softly everytime he says your name during roll-call." This would be a small long term project. There was also, "50. Leave anonymous notes on his desks. Have them say things like 'Remember the summer in 72, Severus dear?' or 'Meet me in the restricted section.... and bring a friend!' " Dark would have fun with this one. The big task she had in store, was " 13. Become his 'Good-Snape' and 'Bad-Snape'. (Ie. Put your head over his shoulder and advice him according to wich Snape you are. Then switch shoulders and say the opposite. Use a silly voice.)"
This one would need the perfect timing. she figured she'd wait until he was about to tell somebody off in the hall or someting like that. If finding the oppourtunity for that took too long, she would beg one of her friends to be a decoy. That wouldn't be too hard. In the meantime, she sat there and doodled pictures of little cartoon-like angels and devild sitting on a angry and confused Snape all over her Defense against the dark arts notes.
Professor Lupin, who was walking around the room, looking at everyone's work over their sholders ( quite like some teachers that I know...although, I don't see the point in mentioning that...) saw Dark's masterpiece and chuckled. " What are you up to now, Dakota?" he asked, with his warm smile. He was very good at detecting mischeif.
Dark gave a sly smile. " Well, maybe if you'd stop reading over my shoulder, I'd let you in on these kinds of things. Do you know how much I hate people reading over my shoulder?"
" I guess not." He said, picking up her parchment. " Here, I'll read it not over your shoulder." He grinned and read her notes. " Good, now stop doodling and get back to work." With that he was off to the next student to read over their shoulder.
Dinner went well that night. Dark was a bit afraid to eat, but after a while, hunger got the best of her. It turned out that her food was not a bit tainted in any way. She didin't even get sick way after, like she feared she would.
After finishing her homework, Dark curled up in a plush armchair by the fire, and drew in her scetchpad. She decided that the angel and devil picture needed a bit of work, and then would be a great addition to her book, so that was what she was working on. She was soon interrupted by "The golden Trio" Dark looked up from her work.
" Hey." she said in a sleepy voice.
They looked at the almost finished picture. " Cool," Said Ron.
" What is it supposed to mean?" Hermione asked, regarding the cartoon.
" My next task." Dark replied brightly. The other's faces lit up with understanding,
" Oh, you're going to do that one next?" Harry asked with a grin.
" No," said Dark. " I only said it was my next task to be funny!" Her voice was thick with sarcasm. The sly smile she wore earlier was back on her face. She went back to her drawing, and the others watched for a while.
The first class of the day for the seventh year Gryffindors was potions with the Ravenclaws. Dark stretched and yawned at her desk, waiting for class to start. She sat next to Jenn Doublenn, who was talking to Jill and Molly. Dark was half listening to their conversation. just as the clock struck eight, the door to the classroom swung open with an ominous creak as Professor Snape made his theatrical entrance. Dark rolled her eyes. Drama queen...
Class started as usual, Snape was taking the attendance. He called al the names and was replied by "here". When he finally got to " Smith, Dakota", Dark let out a soft squeak. Snapes eyes snapped up to see the source of the noise... as if he didn't allready know.
"Smith" Was his warning. He waved his wand and the instructions were on the board. " You are to make this potion and guess which potion it is. Start now." And he was off to his desk to grade papers, or whatever he did. Dark wondered if he really had that many papers to grade, or if he was just trying to look busy. Maybe doodling, Or was it for the order? Dark settled with the idea that he was just writing some trashy romance novel... Mentally she was giggling at the thought. That just seemed the un-Snapish thing to do.
Dark quickly got to work on her potion. One glance told her that it was the Malbella potion. it temporarily made people ugly... It seemed to Dark, a stupid potion, but whatever. It made for a good disguise.
As class ended, it sounded like a scuffle had started out in the hall. Professor Snape had rushed out of the room, ahread of the students, to put a stop to whatever was going on. As the class left too, eager to check it out, Dark got out a piece of parchment. She also took out a fluffy pink quill that she has swiped from her dorm...with every intention of returning it, of course. It was one of those quills that girls used for secret admirer notes. It was like the quick quotes quill, exept pink and frilly, and a lot more acurate.
Standing the quill on the parchment, Dark thought up somehting to write. " Meet me in the room of reqiurements, Sevvy, darling. Tonight at midnight!"
Dark stepped forward, admiring her handiwork. She placed the note on his desk, and left ther room quickly. She wondered if he'd flip when he read it. Although, he'd probably just throw it out. Either way, she completed another task. Kind of, anyways. She probably should leave a few more notes another time.
Coming back from her thoughts, she saw what the commotion from a minute ago was. Two boys had gotten into a fight. They looked like a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. Both fifth years. Ginny was in the crowd of onlookers as they all watched a livid Snape tell off the boys. Dark strode up to the center of this.
Putting her chin on Snape's left shoulder, she spoke in an evil little voice." I think, they should both get detentiond! TAKE POINTSSSS!!!!!!"
Snape turned to see Dark's head with little horns sticking out of her hair. " Smith! Go away!"
Dark changed shoulders. " No, boys will be boys, you know..." A little halo hovered over her head.
" MISS SMITH!!!" Snape's face was red with fury. " You take your annoyance and your quick image altering spellwork and get OUT OF MY SIGHT!" he snapped. " Ten points from Gryffindor." He added.
Dark quickly walked off with Ginny in tow. " Dark, that was great!" she squealed. Dark found herself grinning.
" Of course it was! I did it!" she laughed. " I left a note for task 50, too."
" Eh?" Ginny was confused. Dark forgot to tell the others about which tasks she was doing. After Dark pointed out which task she meant, Ginny smiled. " So what did you write?"
" Somehting like meet me in the room of requirements at midnight." Dark answered. She also decided that she would go to see if he really came.
After classes had ended for the day, Dark sat at the dinner table waiting for Harry. When he finally came, along with Ron and Hermione, the three sat down with Dark.
" Can I borrow your cloak again, Harry?"
" When? I got to get some snacks from the kitchens tonight"
" A bit before midnight. I left a fake love note to Snape and I want to see if he fell for it. It said to meet him at the room of requirements."
" Sure, but only if I get to come. This I got to see."
The rest of dinner passed way too slowly for Dark. She spent it asking Harry why he needed to get snacks. It turned out that the boys in his dorm were having a sort of party. He would get the snacks at nine, hang out with the boys, and Meet dark in the common room at quarter to twelve.
Dark, 'Mione, and Ginny all sat in the common room and chatted, until it was time for Dark to go. They had a good time, the girls needed to do this sort of thing more often, was their conclusion. It being friday night, they could do the same thing tomorrow night.
The clock on the mantle chimed once signaling quarter of twelve. A minute later, Dark and Harry were creeping down the corridor under the invisibility cloak. They made it to the entrance of the room of reqirements and went inside. Dark furrowed her brow in concentration, and on one wall of the fairly large room stones formed sort of a ladder going onto a loft. The two kept a lookout from there. Just as the stone ladder dissapeared, the big clock of the castle struck tvelve. Any minute now the'd know if the fake note worked.
(( Yay, cliffhanger. I swear, i wouldn't have left it like this, but I have no clue what to do next. HELP MEEE!!!! Should Snape come? catch dark? And well, it's obvious Dark has some sort of morbid obsession with Snape. What of that? SUGGESTIONS! Reviews, e-mails, IM's anything.... dragonwing694 S/N Until next time!))