16
Poisoned apples
"Is too!"
"It is not, Miss Winston." Professor Ardritch, the resident defense against the dark arts teacher, countered with rapidly dying patience. Torrence was a brilliant girl, she just needed to know when to let go.
"I'm telling you, it is possible."
"What is possible?" Drawled the chilling voice of Severus Snape. Ardritch flinched. Torrey didn't so much as bat an eye.
"Professor, isn't it possible to make a poisoned apple?"
Snape blinked, wondering where this had come from. Finally he nodded and said, "Of course."
Torrey beamed with satisfaction and continued. "So the story of Snow White could be true."
Snape nodded. "I suppose. Though it depends which type of poison you're looking at."
Torrey frowned. She was a brilliant student and she always found ways to challenge Snape in the Class room. "Why would that matter. Besides the overall effect, I mean."
Snape stepped into his true teacher mode. The mode of a teacher who cared that his student learned. "If you wanted to make a potion like the Sleeping Beauty ordeal, that's called the True Love potion. It has an after taste of nutmeg and is a bright red. You're best to put it on a red apple or, if you must use a spindle, use red or pink thread. Poison comes in all shapes and colors.Why the curiousity?"
Torrey shrugged. "Professor Ardritch and I were having an intelectual discussion about it. He didn't think it was possible."
"Oh really?" Snape looked mildly intrigued. "I suggest you stick to subjects you know, Professor."