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"And who are you?" I cringed and raised my gaze to meet the cold eyes of Severus Snape. I almost started laughing as I remembered the Wal-Mart manager who looked exactly like him.

You know, I don't think blue is really his color.

Shut it, Danni.

"I'm Jaime Ryder and this is Danielle Montgomery. We're transfer students," I explained, ignoring the fact that the entire class was watching this with curious silence.

He needs shampoo worse than the manager.

I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face, and Snape's eyes narrowed. "What is so amusing, Miss Ryder?" he asked slowly. I shook my head.

"Nothing, nothing," I muttered. He glared at me for a moment before saying, "Take a seat."

Damn you, Danni.

'Twas funny.

But not cool. I don't need Snape on my back.

"Well, sor-ry," Danni muttered aloud. I gave her an apologetic look.

Sorry. I guess the Malfoy thing kinda' set me off.

It's okay. Just don't let it happen again.

I won't.

"So, today we will be making the…"

"I officially hate Potions," I announced as we left the dungeons. Danni nodded in agreement.

We'd made an incredibly difficult Potion, and I'd been paired with Pansy Parkinson, who spent the whole time whining to me because Draco apparently hadn't made-out with her in the past three days. Needless to say, I wasn't able to concentrate, and my cauldron exploded.

Snape was not pleased.

He took away twenty points and gave me a failing grade.

"He's such a git!" I hissed. A sympathetic hand squeezed my shoulder. I turned to see that the hand belonged to Harry.

"He's always like that. Especially to Gryffindors. I reckon he's got you on his black list for grinning like that when you were introducing yourself."

"Yeah, what were you grinning for anyway?" Ron Weasley asked, walking on my other side. "I can't imagine anything funny about talking to Snape." Danni and I chuckled.

"Well," she began, "there's a store manager back home who looks exactly like him. And the last time we saw him, I handed him a bottle of shampoo and told him to wash his hair."

"I was just imagining doing the same thing," I said. Ron and Harry roared with laughter.

"Well, come on," Hermione said impatiently. "We've got Herbology with the Hufflepuffs next."