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Chapter 9: After Class Argument
A few days went by and nothing happened. The twins and I didn't attack any more Slytherins, and Snape didn't do anything either. Even in Potions when Ron and I, mainly Ron actually, completely messed up a Potion he didn't do anything. He didn't even make Ron or me drink it. Weird. Why is Snape acting like this? It's really freakin' me out.
But then one day after Potions class, Snape asked me to stay behind so he could talk to me. I though he was gonna give me detention for like a month at least. I slowly walked over to his desk.
"Yes, Professor? What did you want to talk about?"
"Nothing really. Just details of how and why you and the Weasleys attacked my students."
"W-What? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh that's bullshit and you know it! Malfoy saw you three, and thinks that I should give you all detention for a month. I was going to let you slide, because you have just been through a horrid ordeal, and give those menacing Weasleys detention, but Malfoy keeps persisting that you get detention too."
"Why do you care what Malfoy says? It's not like his father has any influence in Hogwarts anymore. And why did you wait so long to tell me you're going to give me detention, when the incident happened almost a week ago and you did nothing about then even though Draco told you like right after it happened?"
"I have my reasons. And why are you questioning me? I'm the professor, not you."
"Because you're acting like an utter moron, Snape! You're letting a fifteen year old rich boy tell you what to do!"
"Hold your tongue, Thatcher or you'll be getting yourself into more trouble." He said obviously extremely aggravated.
"Well, what if I don't, huh? Are you gonna give my detention all fucking year? I honestly don't care! Do it then, come on you pasty old creepy guy that probably doesn't have a wife and family because you act like you have a stick up your ass and never show any signs of being a decent person, ever!"
Snape looked at me with pure hatred, "TWO HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFINDOR AND FOUR MONTHS DETENTION! Now get the bloody hell out of my classroom or I'll take more points away and give you more detentions! GO!"
I did as told, even though I wanted to argue more, and went to the farthest edge of the lake to clear my thoughts. I actually stayed out there the rest of the day. At I'm guessing around 7 o'clock; Ron flew over on his broom.
"We've been looking for since Potions you know." He sat down next to me, "what happened?"
I told him all that occurred, and how I was responsible for the two hundred-house point reduction, and my four months of detention. We talked for a while and watched the sunset. It was nice, having someone to watch the sunset with. We went back inside around 8:45 because I had to go to detention, and he had homework to do.
"You're late, but then again you're always late aren't you, Thatcher?"
"Only by three seconds this time."
"Well, either way, you're late. For tonight's detention, you will be polishing all of the jars, bottles, and any other container in the room."
He motioned to a few rags, and containers of cleaner and polish, and left the room. I picked up the equipment, and started my task. I never had any idea how many jars and bottles and such were in the Potions classroom. Hundreds maybe even a thousand. It wasn't hard work, but it was extremely time consuming. Snape never even came back in to check on me once. I found that kind of odd, but continued anyway. After cleaning and polishing about half of my required task, I found a clock and it said it was 12:30. Deciding I didn't want to be here for another three and a half hours, I pulled out my wand, and charmed the jars and such to clean themselves. I decided to go back to the Gryfindor Tower and then to bed. I figured I could come back in a few hours and make sure my task was done.
I evaded a few Prefects and teachers that were out roaming the corridors. I really wish I had a Marauder's Map that would make everything so much easier. After finally reaching the Portrait of the Fat Lady, I quickly headed inside and went to bed. I woke at 4 o'clock and went back down to the dungeons. My charm worked great! All of the jars and bottles were spotless, and no one would be the wiser. I was putting the materials away, when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Good work Thatcher."
"Uh, thank you Professor."
"You don't even look tired, that's . . .amazing."
"Yeah, amazing, huh? Well, I guess I'm a night person."
"Perhaps . . .well, off to your house then."
"Okay."
I quickly left, trying to make it look convincing that I had been there all night, and went back up to Gryfindor, and got my shower things, and went down to the Prefects' bathroom because no one would be there and I'd have it all to myself, I really like that bathroom, and I figure if I'm up now, might as well get ready for the day.
After a nice bath, I dressed and did my hair. I then went to the kitchen to grab a little snack and to talk to Dobby.
"Hi, Dobby!"
"Lily Thatcher, what are you doing here so early?"
"Came to get a snack and say hi."
"Oh."
"You don't mind if I just look around and take whatever I want, do you?"
"Dobby does not mind at all, Lily Thatcher."
"Thanks."
I looked around for anything interesting. I didn't find much in that department, but I did find some butter beer, so I helped myself to a glass, as well as a croissant. I didn't think we had croissants at Hogwarts because I had never seen them before, but I guess we do. They're damn good, too. After my little snack, I went back up to Gryfindor and did part of my History of Magic homework.
Hermione came down a little later, heading for the bathrooms.
"What are you doing up so early?"
"Well, I was in detention half the night . . ."
"Then why aren't you asleep? It's 6:30."
"I know. I've been roaming around the building and such for two hours."
"Um, okay. Well, I'll see you in a little while."
She left, leaving me all alone again, not that I minded. At 7 o'clock, Hermione and several other students were bustling around the Common Room getting ready to go down to breakfast. Hermione and I went down to the Great Hall together and I told her of the night's events minus the bathroom and the kitchen. She didn't seem too pleased that I had used magic to finish a punishment; she thought that it was an excellent idea to use in the future, though.
We sat down and talked some more, and after a few minutes the food appeared in front of us, and much to my surprise, there were croissants.
"Wow," Hermione exclaimed, "they never serve croissants at Hogwarts!"
I just laughed.
"What? Did I say something funny?"
"Oh no, it was nothing."
"Okay. So this weekend I was thinking that when we go to Hogsmeade, you, Ginny, and I should all go shopping for new clothes and stuff like that, or we could just browse, I dunno, but let's just have a girl hangout."
"What about Harry and Ron?"
"They're boys, they can fend for themselves."
"If you say so."
"And I do."
"Okay, so are we gonna ditch them or tell them to go play with the other boys?"
"Tell them to go play sounds good to me."
"Who's playing what?" Ron asked as he and Harry sat down at the table.
"You and Harry are going to play with the other boys when we go to Hogsmeade on Saturday." I said.
"What if I don't wanna?"
"What if I don't care?"
"That's harsh, Lil."
"It happens."
-- So that's chappie number 9. Hope you didn't think it was utter crap. --