Chapter Five: The Grading System
After leaving the Gryffindor Tower, being wished luck left and right, Hermione found herself walking to her lesson. .. .. Err.. . .. .. Detention.
They hadn't seemed too horrible. In fact, Hermione was starting to wonder about whether: A. Snape had flipped his lid, or B. Harry and Ron and everyone else in the school had been lying about his detentions.
She trusted her best friends and the entire populous of the school to not lie about the same thing for conspiracy purposes, so she figured situation A had occurred.
Knocking on Snape's door she heard a deep, "Come in." and she followed the instructions.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, you're two minutes late you know?" Snape informed her.
"Sorry sir, I must have gotten lost in my thoughts." She quickly apologized.
"That's quite alright." Hermione head snapped up as she regarded her teacher, "Twenty points from Gryffindor, let it not happen again, understood?" he said all well naturedly.
"Sir? Are you quite alright?" she asked setting down her things.
"Never better, why Ms. Granger?"
"You're acting a bit off color if I may say so."
"How so?" he asked as if it were a test.
"You're being more cheerful and nice and far more understanding and accepting then you normally are sir."
"Ah, well, there is a reason for that. Take a seat Ms. Granger." He gestured to her desk. She sat. "Since Minerva, eh, Professor McGonagall, now knows you're my assistant, she thought it would be a good idea for me to train you as a teacher, however you showed that you are quite capable of holding and teaching a class." He began, "Well, I informed her and she refused to believe it, so she just marched down her and did a review spell and saw your class. It seems Ms. Granger that the hell I get from the teachers has now completely vanished, and that was quite a weight on my shoulders, so thank you."
Hermione blinked. "Thank you?" she questioned.
"Thank you." He repeated.
"Sir, I think you may be ill, you should see Pomfrey." She informed him.
Snape then did something that none of you would ever believe in your life time, he laughed, loud and full.
Hermione blinked at this unusual response, but at the same time she didn't want to stop it, He must have hardly ever laughed in his life time before since this one seemed long coming.
"I have never laughed like that in years, tell me Ms. Granger? Do all the students believe me incapable of joyous feelings?"
"Yes sir." She said truthfully.
He smirked, "Well, well, I think I ought to do something about that. Now onto grading, it takes a bit until you get the hang of it." He sent a sheet of parchment over to her, "That is how you will be grading papers; don't be too nice, they need to learn." He reminded her, and went to grading his stack of papers.
No her detentions weren't hard in the least or even punishment. She found them quite joyful.
Especially with Snape humming to himself 'The Dance of the Sugarplum Faerie'.
She stuffed a giggle and looked at the sheet.
'Penmanship 20pts
Clarity 10 pts
Understanding 30 pts
Correct length 5 pts.
Name in correct format 5 pts
Use of examples (at least three) 10 pts each.
Total possible 100pts + more'
After the more there was an arrow indicating that more uses of examples would add to the score.
And at the bottom was a small note that stated "If any paper is not of appropriate length, it receives no points."
This explained a lot to Hermione on the case of her friends' grades in this class, majority of points demanded understanding and examples.
She went off to grading, reading each paper and giving it proper points.
She mentally noted to tell Harry and Ron to put lots of examples in Snape's papers.
Once she was done, she stretched her arms and yawned.
"What's the time?"
"Midnight, go to bed, I'll grade any your not done with." He said softly coming over to take her papers, but they all were done.
"Night Professor."
"Night Ms. Granger."
And she left.
When she arrived at the tower she barely whispered the password, but made it in and collapsed.
"Hermione!" her two best friends shouted and ran over to her.
Harry shook her a few times.
"She's out cold." He informed his partner in crime.
"Man, it was just grading papers!" Ron exclaimed.
"I know," and the brought her up to her dorm room and knocked on the door a few times.
Eventually Lavender answered. "Yaw?"
"Hermione is fast asleep one of you mind putting her to bed?" Harry asked
Lavender opened the door in her nightgown, "Why is she back so late?" she questioned.
"Snape had her grading this huge stack of papers." Ron explained As Harry helped Lavender Bring Hermione to her bed.
"How will she ever manage classes like this?" Another girl asked. "She's usually the first to bed every night, it's messing her sleeping pattern having all of these detentions."
Lavender nodded in agreement and she moved the two boys out of the room, "She'll be fine, don't worry now get your own sleep!" she ordered.
Both boys were too tired to disagree.
Lavender walked back over to the resident genius of the school, "What will you do with yourself Hermione dear?" she sat her up and changed her into her night clothing, All the time Hermione was giggling, and smiling, like she didn't know she had just been down in the dungeon for how many hours with Snape.
"If she doesn't stop I'll make her" decided Pavarti.
"Maybe she's not fully asleep?" suggested another girl.
"Nah," Lavender told them, "Or I wouldn't be able to dress her with out her waking, she out cold and in a better place then she was." She pulled the covers over her friend and went back to her own bed.
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The next day, when Hermione finally woke, it was time for potions.
Yes she jumped up ten feet when she saw her clock and yes she moved as fast as she could without falling.
When she made it down to the classroom, she opened the door and snuck in.
"Ms. Granger how nice it is for you to join us." A deep voice said to her.
She stood up and faced Snape.
"I'm so sorry, I over slept." She explained.
"Two classes I believe?"
"Yes sir."
"Take your seat." He walked to the front of the room as she quickly took her seat, "I believe I told you not to be late? Ten more points Ms. Granger, for not making an effort to attend classes."
She frowned, he was back to normal.
"Now your papers have been graded and you have another set to turn in, turn them into Ms. Granger after class, she'll grade them."
Harry gave her an apologetic look.
Hermione knew however that she would grade these differently then Snape's method, so she wouldn't need all night.
"Ms. Granger a word after class."
"Yes, sir." She answered.
"Well, Lark Nodes, what do you all remember?" and class went on like it normally did.
Until.
"Mr. Longbottom, would you mind making this potion in front of the class for an example?" Snape asked decently.
'Everyone' stared.
"Um sure, sir." Neville answered like he wasn't quite sure what was expected of him, he looked back to Hermione for some help, and she gave him a thumbs up, and a face that clearly said 'I'm as lost as you don't worry.'
"Very well, Add two Lark Nodes first, chopped into six equal parts."
"Each node or both of them sir?" Neville asked honestly.
"You should have twelve." He responded.
Neville started chopping, and made his pieces nearly perfect.
"Add them." Snape repeated.
Neville did so.
"Now add this powdered solution at the same time as this oil." Snape handed him the vials.
Neville carefully added them at the exact same time.
"Good." Snape commented.
Everyone blinked. But no one said a word.
"Now stir for a minute slowly mind you." He handed the stirring spoon to the boy and turned to the class. "Are there any questions thus far?"
Draco Malfoy raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Sir are you ill?"
Snape regarded his oddly and sighed, "Do I appear ill Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes sir." He answered honestly.
"Ms. Granger?" Snape asked.
"Your acting funny is all Professor Snape." She answered.
"There you go Mr. Malfoy." And Snape went back to Neville and the potion.
Draco glared at Hermione and she shrugged in his general direction.
Snape missed the entire transaction.
After Class Neville remained with Hermione, who now held a stack of papers, similar in width to the one last night.
"Professor?" She asked.
"Ah, yes, I want you to make up your own form of grading and I will grade those, however I figured to give you the benefit of being a temporary teacher and I will allow you to look over the papers to decide upon the best grading for it."
"Yes sir." She answered.
"Mind helping Mr. Longbottom?" he asked "I'm a bit busy preparing for next class, you wont be late will you?"
"No sir, it's off hour." She explained.
"Mr. Longbottom?" Snape asked.
"Off hour." He answered back.
"Good, and thank you again Ms. Granger."
Hermione walked over to help Neville clean the coldron up.
"He made me do the potion." Neville muttered.
"Because he finally shows he trusts you with potions." Hermione explained.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Neville asked.
"Good, very good, Come on I have homework I have to do this hour." She prompted.
"Mione how did you get thirty one Detentions with Snape?"
"She was out after curfew in the restricted section reading about time holes and other such wonders." Snape answered a bit angered by the fact that they were talking as if she wasn't even there.
"Really? Was it good?" Neville asked Mione.
She nodded, "beautiful, truly."
"Wish I could read it." Neville commented as they finished up. "Done, come on." And they left, with Snape regarding them both oddly.
Since when was Neville Longbottom Smart in anything but Herbology? And since when was Hermione Granger known for sneaking out with out Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley?
He would ask her about it tonight.
Plus, grading in silence makes you go nuts, that's why he hummed.
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AN:
Yeah another chapter. Forgive me if any of it sounds weird, I was fairly sick when I wrote this. ^_^
Oh well.
Remember to review!!!
Purpally button is near the left on the bottom! (not that I need to tell all of you major readers.)
Relena
After leaving the Gryffindor Tower, being wished luck left and right, Hermione found herself walking to her lesson. .. .. Err.. . .. .. Detention.
They hadn't seemed too horrible. In fact, Hermione was starting to wonder about whether: A. Snape had flipped his lid, or B. Harry and Ron and everyone else in the school had been lying about his detentions.
She trusted her best friends and the entire populous of the school to not lie about the same thing for conspiracy purposes, so she figured situation A had occurred.
Knocking on Snape's door she heard a deep, "Come in." and she followed the instructions.
"Ah, Ms. Granger, you're two minutes late you know?" Snape informed her.
"Sorry sir, I must have gotten lost in my thoughts." She quickly apologized.
"That's quite alright." Hermione head snapped up as she regarded her teacher, "Twenty points from Gryffindor, let it not happen again, understood?" he said all well naturedly.
"Sir? Are you quite alright?" she asked setting down her things.
"Never better, why Ms. Granger?"
"You're acting a bit off color if I may say so."
"How so?" he asked as if it were a test.
"You're being more cheerful and nice and far more understanding and accepting then you normally are sir."
"Ah, well, there is a reason for that. Take a seat Ms. Granger." He gestured to her desk. She sat. "Since Minerva, eh, Professor McGonagall, now knows you're my assistant, she thought it would be a good idea for me to train you as a teacher, however you showed that you are quite capable of holding and teaching a class." He began, "Well, I informed her and she refused to believe it, so she just marched down her and did a review spell and saw your class. It seems Ms. Granger that the hell I get from the teachers has now completely vanished, and that was quite a weight on my shoulders, so thank you."
Hermione blinked. "Thank you?" she questioned.
"Thank you." He repeated.
"Sir, I think you may be ill, you should see Pomfrey." She informed him.
Snape then did something that none of you would ever believe in your life time, he laughed, loud and full.
Hermione blinked at this unusual response, but at the same time she didn't want to stop it, He must have hardly ever laughed in his life time before since this one seemed long coming.
"I have never laughed like that in years, tell me Ms. Granger? Do all the students believe me incapable of joyous feelings?"
"Yes sir." She said truthfully.
He smirked, "Well, well, I think I ought to do something about that. Now onto grading, it takes a bit until you get the hang of it." He sent a sheet of parchment over to her, "That is how you will be grading papers; don't be too nice, they need to learn." He reminded her, and went to grading his stack of papers.
No her detentions weren't hard in the least or even punishment. She found them quite joyful.
Especially with Snape humming to himself 'The Dance of the Sugarplum Faerie'.
She stuffed a giggle and looked at the sheet.
'Penmanship 20pts
Clarity 10 pts
Understanding 30 pts
Correct length 5 pts.
Name in correct format 5 pts
Use of examples (at least three) 10 pts each.
Total possible 100pts + more'
After the more there was an arrow indicating that more uses of examples would add to the score.
And at the bottom was a small note that stated "If any paper is not of appropriate length, it receives no points."
This explained a lot to Hermione on the case of her friends' grades in this class, majority of points demanded understanding and examples.
She went off to grading, reading each paper and giving it proper points.
She mentally noted to tell Harry and Ron to put lots of examples in Snape's papers.
Once she was done, she stretched her arms and yawned.
"What's the time?"
"Midnight, go to bed, I'll grade any your not done with." He said softly coming over to take her papers, but they all were done.
"Night Professor."
"Night Ms. Granger."
And she left.
When she arrived at the tower she barely whispered the password, but made it in and collapsed.
"Hermione!" her two best friends shouted and ran over to her.
Harry shook her a few times.
"She's out cold." He informed his partner in crime.
"Man, it was just grading papers!" Ron exclaimed.
"I know," and the brought her up to her dorm room and knocked on the door a few times.
Eventually Lavender answered. "Yaw?"
"Hermione is fast asleep one of you mind putting her to bed?" Harry asked
Lavender opened the door in her nightgown, "Why is she back so late?" she questioned.
"Snape had her grading this huge stack of papers." Ron explained As Harry helped Lavender Bring Hermione to her bed.
"How will she ever manage classes like this?" Another girl asked. "She's usually the first to bed every night, it's messing her sleeping pattern having all of these detentions."
Lavender nodded in agreement and she moved the two boys out of the room, "She'll be fine, don't worry now get your own sleep!" she ordered.
Both boys were too tired to disagree.
Lavender walked back over to the resident genius of the school, "What will you do with yourself Hermione dear?" she sat her up and changed her into her night clothing, All the time Hermione was giggling, and smiling, like she didn't know she had just been down in the dungeon for how many hours with Snape.
"If she doesn't stop I'll make her" decided Pavarti.
"Maybe she's not fully asleep?" suggested another girl.
"Nah," Lavender told them, "Or I wouldn't be able to dress her with out her waking, she out cold and in a better place then she was." She pulled the covers over her friend and went back to her own bed.
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The next day, when Hermione finally woke, it was time for potions.
Yes she jumped up ten feet when she saw her clock and yes she moved as fast as she could without falling.
When she made it down to the classroom, she opened the door and snuck in.
"Ms. Granger how nice it is for you to join us." A deep voice said to her.
She stood up and faced Snape.
"I'm so sorry, I over slept." She explained.
"Two classes I believe?"
"Yes sir."
"Take your seat." He walked to the front of the room as she quickly took her seat, "I believe I told you not to be late? Ten more points Ms. Granger, for not making an effort to attend classes."
She frowned, he was back to normal.
"Now your papers have been graded and you have another set to turn in, turn them into Ms. Granger after class, she'll grade them."
Harry gave her an apologetic look.
Hermione knew however that she would grade these differently then Snape's method, so she wouldn't need all night.
"Ms. Granger a word after class."
"Yes, sir." She answered.
"Well, Lark Nodes, what do you all remember?" and class went on like it normally did.
Until.
"Mr. Longbottom, would you mind making this potion in front of the class for an example?" Snape asked decently.
'Everyone' stared.
"Um sure, sir." Neville answered like he wasn't quite sure what was expected of him, he looked back to Hermione for some help, and she gave him a thumbs up, and a face that clearly said 'I'm as lost as you don't worry.'
"Very well, Add two Lark Nodes first, chopped into six equal parts."
"Each node or both of them sir?" Neville asked honestly.
"You should have twelve." He responded.
Neville started chopping, and made his pieces nearly perfect.
"Add them." Snape repeated.
Neville did so.
"Now add this powdered solution at the same time as this oil." Snape handed him the vials.
Neville carefully added them at the exact same time.
"Good." Snape commented.
Everyone blinked. But no one said a word.
"Now stir for a minute slowly mind you." He handed the stirring spoon to the boy and turned to the class. "Are there any questions thus far?"
Draco Malfoy raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Sir are you ill?"
Snape regarded his oddly and sighed, "Do I appear ill Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes sir." He answered honestly.
"Ms. Granger?" Snape asked.
"Your acting funny is all Professor Snape." She answered.
"There you go Mr. Malfoy." And Snape went back to Neville and the potion.
Draco glared at Hermione and she shrugged in his general direction.
Snape missed the entire transaction.
After Class Neville remained with Hermione, who now held a stack of papers, similar in width to the one last night.
"Professor?" She asked.
"Ah, yes, I want you to make up your own form of grading and I will grade those, however I figured to give you the benefit of being a temporary teacher and I will allow you to look over the papers to decide upon the best grading for it."
"Yes sir." She answered.
"Mind helping Mr. Longbottom?" he asked "I'm a bit busy preparing for next class, you wont be late will you?"
"No sir, it's off hour." She explained.
"Mr. Longbottom?" Snape asked.
"Off hour." He answered back.
"Good, and thank you again Ms. Granger."
Hermione walked over to help Neville clean the coldron up.
"He made me do the potion." Neville muttered.
"Because he finally shows he trusts you with potions." Hermione explained.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Neville asked.
"Good, very good, Come on I have homework I have to do this hour." She prompted.
"Mione how did you get thirty one Detentions with Snape?"
"She was out after curfew in the restricted section reading about time holes and other such wonders." Snape answered a bit angered by the fact that they were talking as if she wasn't even there.
"Really? Was it good?" Neville asked Mione.
She nodded, "beautiful, truly."
"Wish I could read it." Neville commented as they finished up. "Done, come on." And they left, with Snape regarding them both oddly.
Since when was Neville Longbottom Smart in anything but Herbology? And since when was Hermione Granger known for sneaking out with out Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley?
He would ask her about it tonight.
Plus, grading in silence makes you go nuts, that's why he hummed.
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AN:
Yeah another chapter. Forgive me if any of it sounds weird, I was fairly sick when I wrote this. ^_^
Oh well.
Remember to review!!!
Purpally button is near the left on the bottom! (not that I need to tell all of you major readers.)
Relena