For the Love of Pranks
Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. Sploogal, however, would like to profess her undying love for James Potter, (Garden Gnome: Groan) and we would also like the world to know, that, while we don't own Harry Potter or anything else that other people already own, we do own the plot. Yay! We own something! Now, on with the story.
Chapter five
The following morning, Snape strutted into the Great Hall, wearing bright, floral robes. Every student in the Hall turned and, upon seeing Snape's robes, burst out in gales of laughter. Snape, hearing the word "robes' from the Slytherin table, glanced down, but could not see what was so funny. All he saw were the Hogwarts robes that he usually wore. Feeling rather confused, he walked to the Slytherin table to eat breakfast. Once there, he looked up at the high table, where Dumbledore had the familiar twinkle in his eyes, and appeared to be trying hard not to laugh.
"I must say, Mr Snape. This is an interesting choice of attire." Professor McGonagall had startled him from behind. She swished her wand, and muttered a few words under her breath.
Snape looked down, and saw what he was wearing. "What did you just do?! You've made me look like a. . . a. . . like a. . . girl!" He spat the last word, making it sound like a disease.
"I did nothing to your robes!" Replied Professor McGonagall, barely controlling her grin.
"Huh?"
"Merlin's beard, Mr Snape, use your manners!" McGonagall snapped. "I merely allowed you to see more clearly."
"Huh? What? You mean. you. POTTER! BLACK! LUPIN! I'll get you, you bloody marauders!"
McGonagall glared, but before she could reprimand him, the Marauders had rushed over to where she and Snape were standing, and James butted in with an overly polite and high pitched voice. "You'll have to excuse us, Lady Severus," (All three bowed at this point.) "We really must be going!"
Sirius and Remus finished in unison, "We'll see you again soon, but, until then."
All three marauders bowed again, and ran out of the Great Hall, the sound of laughter and thunderous applause behind them.
When they got back to their dorm, they collected their things for Transfiguration - a class they shared with the Slytherins. They took their seats a few minutes before McGonagall got there.
"So, what's the spell again?" James asked Remus.
Remus rolled his eyes and replied, slowly, as though speaking to a 3-year- old, "It is" (Sirius did a drum roll) "Verite! Now, on my count. One. Two."
"Verite!!!" All three of them shouted the spell, their sands pointed at Snape, who was then forced to say what was on his mind for the next two hours.
McGonagall walked into the room, carrying a stack of parchment. "Good morning class! Today, we will be continuing our discussion of animagi. Now, before I hand out these notes, can anybody remember anything about this type of transfiguration?" She asked, looking around the class.
Lily's hand shot up, but before she had the chance to say anything, Snape opened his mouth. "Why'd you bother to ask the whole class, professor? Everyone knows Evan's going to answer!" Turning to Lily, he apologized for picking on her, and then proceeded to ear bash McGonagall.
Yay! Another chappie! Go us! Now, I know that plenty of you read, but don't review. How do I know this, you ask? Well, because I used to do that! Please review! It only takes a few seconds, and all you have to do is say either that you do like it, or you don't like it. It would help if you also told us what you'd like to read about in future chapters, but there's no pressure to do that, so R/R ppls!
Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. Sploogal, however, would like to profess her undying love for James Potter, (Garden Gnome: Groan) and we would also like the world to know, that, while we don't own Harry Potter or anything else that other people already own, we do own the plot. Yay! We own something! Now, on with the story.
Chapter five
The following morning, Snape strutted into the Great Hall, wearing bright, floral robes. Every student in the Hall turned and, upon seeing Snape's robes, burst out in gales of laughter. Snape, hearing the word "robes' from the Slytherin table, glanced down, but could not see what was so funny. All he saw were the Hogwarts robes that he usually wore. Feeling rather confused, he walked to the Slytherin table to eat breakfast. Once there, he looked up at the high table, where Dumbledore had the familiar twinkle in his eyes, and appeared to be trying hard not to laugh.
"I must say, Mr Snape. This is an interesting choice of attire." Professor McGonagall had startled him from behind. She swished her wand, and muttered a few words under her breath.
Snape looked down, and saw what he was wearing. "What did you just do?! You've made me look like a. . . a. . . like a. . . girl!" He spat the last word, making it sound like a disease.
"I did nothing to your robes!" Replied Professor McGonagall, barely controlling her grin.
"Huh?"
"Merlin's beard, Mr Snape, use your manners!" McGonagall snapped. "I merely allowed you to see more clearly."
"Huh? What? You mean. you. POTTER! BLACK! LUPIN! I'll get you, you bloody marauders!"
McGonagall glared, but before she could reprimand him, the Marauders had rushed over to where she and Snape were standing, and James butted in with an overly polite and high pitched voice. "You'll have to excuse us, Lady Severus," (All three bowed at this point.) "We really must be going!"
Sirius and Remus finished in unison, "We'll see you again soon, but, until then."
All three marauders bowed again, and ran out of the Great Hall, the sound of laughter and thunderous applause behind them.
When they got back to their dorm, they collected their things for Transfiguration - a class they shared with the Slytherins. They took their seats a few minutes before McGonagall got there.
"So, what's the spell again?" James asked Remus.
Remus rolled his eyes and replied, slowly, as though speaking to a 3-year- old, "It is" (Sirius did a drum roll) "Verite! Now, on my count. One. Two."
"Verite!!!" All three of them shouted the spell, their sands pointed at Snape, who was then forced to say what was on his mind for the next two hours.
McGonagall walked into the room, carrying a stack of parchment. "Good morning class! Today, we will be continuing our discussion of animagi. Now, before I hand out these notes, can anybody remember anything about this type of transfiguration?" She asked, looking around the class.
Lily's hand shot up, but before she had the chance to say anything, Snape opened his mouth. "Why'd you bother to ask the whole class, professor? Everyone knows Evan's going to answer!" Turning to Lily, he apologized for picking on her, and then proceeded to ear bash McGonagall.
Yay! Another chappie! Go us! Now, I know that plenty of you read, but don't review. How do I know this, you ask? Well, because I used to do that! Please review! It only takes a few seconds, and all you have to do is say either that you do like it, or you don't like it. It would help if you also told us what you'd like to read about in future chapters, but there's no pressure to do that, so R/R ppls!