I had fallen into one of my daydreams in class again, standing up in front of the class, arms crossed, staring off into space (in the direction of Draco Malfoy. I suppose when I space I look like I'm glaring, because he botched his potion several times for fumbling in his ingredients. It's rather fun), when I saw a hand wave in the air.
Granger.
"Yes…" I almost said 'Hermione' before I stopped myself. "Miss Granger?" Sneer. There had to be a sneer, otherwise I would look too suspicious. Instead, I think it resulted in a type of teeth-baring smirk, but she only blinked, confused, before plowing on.
"Sir, what's that sound?"
Everyone looked at her, just as confused, but obviously not understanding what she was talking about.
"What sound?"
Everyone fell very quiet and over the simmering of the cauldrons and the goopy bubbling of Neville's sad excuse for an assignment, there was a very distinct hissing sound, like a long-winded snake stuck in a plastic tube. And usually, only the fortunate were able to witness this amazing sound, but now…
Suddenly, it stopped.
"Huh," Mary Sue piped up while everyone groaned collectively. "Weird. You know, I speak Parselthing, I think it was saying that Draco-"
It started again, and this time I could hear it more clearly. Mary Sue looked puzzled and shifted in her seat, crossing her legs nervously. Then it stopped.
"Sue," I stated coldly. "Put your feet down."
She obeyed, and it started back up again. It was then that I noticed that she, being the intelligent, respected person that she is, had planted her feet firmly on her bag.
She seemed to come to the same conclusion almost right after I did, at a surprisingly quick speed for someone with the IQ of a sponge.
"Oh, bloody hell!" she yelled as she bent down to pick up her bag. How she began to think that she had the right to use British exclamations, I have no idea. I'll have to dock points for that. "It was my hairspray!"
I was about to order her to keep her bag shut until she undid the satchel and opened it. A puff of disgusting-smelling mist, if poison can be called mist, mushroomed into the air and spread through the room so quickly that everyone had ducked onto the floor, grasping their throats and gasping for air. I kept my mouth and nose in my sleeve, trying to breathe and shout orders at the same time, but my eyes were stinging.
Then, one by one, the cauldrons began to explode.
"Out!" I shouted. "EVERYONE OUT NOW!"
Great, a class and ingredients wasted and my dungeon now smells like a strong mixture of turpentine and aerosol. If this doesn't get her back to the US, I don't know what will.
Maybe I should ship her back to her parents (I seriously doubt that she's Potter's long lost twin sister, as she claims), via Muggle post, and conveniently forget to put air holes in the box.
That might do nicely.
1st May
(Ruby Parties: 1)
I was in the Great Hall for all of two seconds when Colin Creepy came up to me with his camera, purple smoke and angry couples trailing behind. Hermione was nowhere to be seen.
"H-hi, Professor Snape," he said in a voice meeker than the usual unwarranted outbursts I had witnessed in the classroom (no one knows it, but he has a wicked temper). "Do you mind if I take your picture?"
"Yes," I said, bending toward him and fixing him with a look that I had practiced in the mirror for hours, hoping that if he couldn't take a hint, he could at least sense perfection. "I do, actually."
"Okay, great." Before I could stop him, he had taken a picture squarely up my nose, and, of course, right when I have blinked. "I'll give it to you after I get them developed."
And before I could close my fingers around his throat, he had vanished into the crowd.
Five seconds later, I came to the conclusion that Hooch was nowhere to be found and made my exit. I fixed my glare on the staircase outside of the hall, considering whether to go back to my rooms or linger around the entrance in case Dumbledore would come to see if I was enjoying myself, when I heard a faint clicking of boots on the stone.
I turned and saw Hermione Granger, brows furrowed unattractively and looking quite frustrated, marching directly toward me.
"Miss Granger," I managed to say curtly, inclining my head ever-so-slightly.
An odd expression came over her face before she answered, "H-hullo, Professor."
The stutter didn't seem to be related to fear, so that was a good sign.
I said something about parties, I don't quite remember what, as my bloody had completely left my brain. She looked quite nice. Robes a bit low cut, but I would not complain. Next thing I knew, I had coaxed her into coming with me to the garden.
We strolled along for a while in awkward silence. I pretended to look suspiciously for couples snogging in the bushes, though Merlin knows that that was the least of my concerns at the moment.
I think she began the conversation, though I can't quite remember what we talked about. All I can conjure in my mind is the sight of her lips moving, her eyes bright and animated, and I can remember the feeling of being overwhelmed by all the intelligent things she had to say.
Unfortunately, my nosiness got the best of me. It slipped out, honestly. We had reached a lag in the conversation, and I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Mr Creevy dumped you for another girl?" Immediately, I knew I had done something wrong. She must be having a bad affect on me, if I can't even control my tongue any longer.
She huffed and said something incomprehensible, possibly about a camera, bid me a sour farewell and went back up to her room.
I couldn't help but smile. She is quite beautiful when she's angry.
Will have to do that more often.
Thanks to: elisa0984 (Well, I'm not quite sure what happened to Hooch. I guess we'll have to see what comes out of that), Fou Fou, pickles87, NazgulGirl, Chugaboe, Artemis MoonClaw, CrystalBlue, sallene, QueenYamcha (Unfortunately, he doesn't remember enough about it), Blatant Discontent, MissCatQueen, junkyardkangaroo, Seom, Joshua Glass, otakuannie, Julia Bartlett, gtrlvr8877, and tiamo-kara for reviewing.
Still chipping away at my hulking writer's block,
Wonk