ooh dear. Almost forgot.
Harry Potter in no way, shape or form belongs to me.
Snape- There now, is that so hard?
Me- sob YES! cries on his shoulder
Me & Snape- jerk away and make disgusted noises
Me- aaak! THE GREASE!
Snape- The slumish foreign substances!
Me- Hold me TOM FELTON! glomps him
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In potions-
Snape stalked into the room, billowing his robes in almost an unnatural manner.
"Turn in your books to page 647, and then you will take notes on the chapter."
He said as he sat down at his desk, grading papers.
After opening her book, Hermione sniffed the pages lovingly.
Normally, Ron would have stared at her like she was crazy; but, since his brain was shut off, he wasn't.
Instead, he was thinking (as much as a person can with their brain shut off) or what his purpose was.
Who was he really?
Having noticed the odd way the trio was acting (Ron actually thinking, Hermione gnawing at her book, and …What was Potter doing!); Snape went over to their table.
"Potter? Why aren't you doing the assignment?"
He asked as he eyed Hermione, who was still happily chewing on her book, with distaste.
Harry, who was under the desk and holding up his Harry sock puppet, made the puppet answer, "I am doing the assignment, sir."
He said in a high, squeaky voice.
Snape massaged his temples, a migraine was coming on.
It was then that he noticed something; beside Harry's book (which was opened to page 647) was a foot of notes.
Snape blinked.
NEVER has Potter written a foot of notes, without writing so big that you could barely tell what it was he was trying to write, that is.
Like others before him, Snape shut his brain off. It was not a wise move on his part, and he was told so promptly.
Neville pointed to Snape's nose. "S-sir."
Snape rolled his eyes, "What is it Longbottom?"
Now that all of the student's attention was on the professor, all of them gasped….and tried to hold in ferocious fits of giggles.
Snape eyed them all suspiciously, then turned to Neville.
"Well? What is it!"
Neville was either trembling, or nearly bursting from wanting to laugh.
All he managed was a small, "Y-your nose."
Snape waved his wand and conjured a mirror.
His eyes went wide.
The student's couldn't take it anymore, they all burst out laughing.
Seamus Finnegan had laughed so hard he fell out of his chair and was rolling around on the floor.
Snape stared at his nose….it was a….
Potato?
Snape smashed the mirror on the floor, and glared at all the students.
The room went absolutely silent, except for the occasional giggle.
"Who…did….THIS!" He screamed as he pointed to his nose.
The room erupted into new fits of laughter, this time Seamus wasn't the only one on the floor.
Snape ran from the room, he needed to find a counter spell and fast.
Then he had a thought, How can I even breath?
But, alas poor Snape, he was not acquainted with the rules of turning your brain off.
When someone turns their brain off, they cannot have a thought, idea, or opinion when the brain is dysfunctional; if they do, they therefore are left at the mercy of the cheese nymphs.
On the moon-
"What should we do with this one?" One of the nymphs asked another from their lookout post on the moon (which is cheese).
The other shrugged.
"Why not turn him into a giant potato? His nose is already one."
The first nymph nodded, it was a good idea.
In Snape's room-
He turned into a giant potato.
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Me- claps at my genius Tehe! points at Snape You're a potato!
Snape- rolls his potato eyes
Me- sigh wipes the tears of mirth from the corners of my eyes Such a joy it is to make you suffer.
Snape- can only roll his potato eyes
Me-What a day it has been, what a rare mood I'm in. Why it's almost like bein' in love. thinks about it hmm...y'know...not really. Reviews are like candy. And candy is dandy but liquor is quicker. hic. It is up to you points to figure out what that means.