Disclaimer: Still don't own the wonders that belong to Tim Burton and JK Rowling, the geniuses…
Author's note: Hogwarts' PoV of chapter 1.

2. A Bit of Excitement

Snape's dungeon was surprisingly stuffy for early February. Harry clawed at his tie hopelessly, silently willing it to come undone of its own accord, while he fanned himself desperately with a page ripped from his Potions notebook. He glanced round the room: Ron had gradually been drooping further and further towards his desk until his jaw nearly touched it; Hermione was keeping pleasantly cool with some charm that Harry wished he knew, or at least was in the way of; Draco was shooting water from his wand into his mouth whenever Snape turned away from him.
"D'you reckon the charm Hermione's using was mentioned in class?" Harry whispered to Ron, who jerked awake from his doze.
"Huh? Oh, I dunno, mate. Why?"
"Just wondering if you knew it. Then technically I wouldn't be copying her."
"You copy her for everything else, don't you? Just ask her."
Harry glimpsed at Snape's position (bent over a cauldron, feverishly chopping ingredients into it) and leaned towards Hermione making urgent 'psst!' noises.
Hermione looked sharply at him, "What?"
"Charm," Harry mouthed at her, jabbing a finger in her direction. She looked mightily confused.
"What?"
"Charm!" Harry repeated.
"Sharpen? Sharpen what?"
Harry sighed, "No, charm!"
Hermione looked angry, "Get your own!"
Harry didn't even bother asking what she thought she'd heard. He just leaned back in his chair and let the heat overpower him.

"As you should all know, Jobberknoll feathers are used in the creation of truth serums," Snape droned, "But can anyone tell me any other potions they are used in?"
He must have fallen asleep then, because the next thing Harry knew the bell had rung and he'd failed to complete – or indeed start – the practical part of their lesson.
"Very disappointing, Potter."
He looked up to see Snape standing over him, a smug expression on his face. Draco was in the background, an even smugger expression on his face. Hermione and Ron were doing their best to avoid eye-contact with him, presumably to give the impression that they didn't know him and never had.
"Sorry, sir," Harry mumbled, packing away his things.
"Detention, Potter," Snape hissed, "Saturday evening. Be there at eight o' clock sharp or suffer the consequences."
Harry nodded. This hadn't been at all unexpected. Unlike the enormous explosion that erupted from somewhere above their heads.
Ron grinned, "Seamus has been let loose with a wand again."
"I'm right here!" Seamus retorted, looking offended at the vast amount of students who had laughed at the comment.
Snape swooped out of the dungeons, closely followed by Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione dashed after them not long after, then Ron, Seamus, Harry and Neville succumbed to curiosity and ran after them.