"I really don't understand why you all insist on helping me get ready," Trelawney said. "I really appreciate this, but the Inner Eye says I shall do just fine on this romantic outing with Severus."

"I don't think that Snape would ever be considered as 'romantic'," Blair muttered under her breath.

"What's that dear?" Trelawney asked.

"Oh, nothing." Blair was frantically trying to brush through her Divination teacher's hair, but the brush wouldn't move. "When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Blair asked.

"Why, not that long ago," she replied. "Just...only...last month."

"YOU HAVEN'T BRUSHED YOUR HAIR IN A MONTH!"

"Uh...no?"

"Professor..."

"I brought my straightening iron here," Ali said.

"Do you mind getting it for our...lovely professor?"

"No problem."

"Lovely my butt," Hermione muttered under her breath.

"What's that?" Trelawney spoke up.

"Nothing!" Ali raced back in with a straightening iron and handed it to Blair.

"Ali," Blair said. "This is an electric straightening iron."

"And?" Ali asked confusingly.

"There aren't any electric plug-ins at Hogwarts!"

"Well, can't you cast a spell to make it work?"

"Fine. Embracium straightening iron." Suddenly, the iron flew up and started to run through Trelawney's hair.

"Is there supposed to be steam coming out of it?" the professor asked in a clueless manner.

"Yes," Zoe responded. "In fact, that's it's way of telling you it's working. It'll just take a little while."

"It's gonna take five days to work with Trelawney's hair," Hermione whispered in Blair's ear. The two couldn't help but laugh. The Divination stared at the two girl as though they were from a different universe, which was a very odd assumption for Trelawney to come up to. Finally, after about a half hour's worth of the hair straightening, Ali got out a can of hair spray and started to shake it.

"Close your eyes," she said.

"Why?" Trelawney asked, yet again in a clueless manner.

"Just do it. You'll thank me later." Ali started to spray all over the teacher's hair, making every girl in the room nearly cough their lungs out. Suddenly, Ali stopped. She was shaking the hair spray can angrily. Finally, she gave up and threw it on the floor.

"What happened?" Blair asked, waving out the cloud of hair spray.

"Professor Trelawney used up the whole can."

"Who is this 'mystery woman'?" Snape asked in suspicion.

"That shall remain a secret," Ryan said with a big grin on his face.

"But you'll like her," Harry said.

"He'd better," Ron muttered under his breath.

"What?" Snape spoke up.

"Nothing!" Draco raced back into the room with a bottle full of a golden liquid in his hand.

"What the heck?" Ryan asked. "Why does Snape need perfume?"

"It's not perfume," Draco said. "It's cologne."

"Same difference." Draco started to spray the potions master while he coughed and wheezed. "What (cough) is that (wheeze) revolting thing?" Snape asked impatiently.

"Like it?" Draco asked. "It's called Polo Blue. Ryan gave it to me." Snape turned and glared at the boy. He just smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Uh...my bad?" he asked. Snape rolled his eyes and looked down, giving a nasty look at his attire.

"Why do I have to wear this?" he asked. He was wearing, or actually forced on, a tuxedo. Severus Snape, one of the most cruel men in the Wizarding World or even perhaps all of the world, was wearing a tuxedo. Severus Snape, the evil potions master of Hogwarts, never wore a tuxedo. Especially not a white one.

"We thought maybe we could change your wardrobe," Harry said. "For tonight, at least."

"Yeah," Ryan spoke up, "you need to wear something other than white. You looked like a goth."

"A goth?" Snape asked confusingly.

"A goth?" Draco spoke up afterwards.

"What the heck is a goth?" Harry and Ron asked together.

"Never you mind," Ryan sighed out. "All that black made you look...depressed."

"But I am depressed," Snape growled out. "I'm depressed because first off, I don't even know who this woman is, and second off, I have two Gryfindors in my rooms that I'm not very fond about."

"You're not our favorite person either, Snapey," Harry muttered under his breath.

"What was that?" the professor asked.

"Nothing!"

The four boys were escorting the man out to the Black Lake, making sure that he wouldn't run off at any minute. "Why are you taking me here?" the man asked.

"Because this is where your date is," Harry chimed in.

"Now, remember Professor," Draco said, "just be yourself."

"NO!" Snape and Draco looked at the three other boys, having looks of horror on their faces. "We mean," Harry said, "you can be yourself, just, don't try and hurt this woman's feelings."

"Ten points from Gryfindor."

"For what?" Ron asked.

"For telling the truth about my personality." The two Gryfindors gave dirty looks to the professor and kept walking. As they were approaching the Black Lake, Ryan turned to face the professor. "Now, just remember a few things," Ryan said. "First, try not to make her feel bad about herself. Second, try, just a little bit, to be the slightest bit nice. And finally...pleasedon'tkillus!"

Ryan jumped into a shrubbery, along with Harry, Ron, and Draco. Many noises were coming from the shrubbery as the four jumped in, like "ouch" and "that was my foot". The girls were hiding in the shrubbery next to them, when their heads popped up and looked to face the boys. "Hi guys!" Ali chimed in.

"Hello," Ron said.

"Hi Harry," Zoe said.

"Uh...hi," Harry said nervously. Ryan nudged Ron and started to make faces that Ron couldn't stop laughing at. The eight students faced the potions master. His face went from shock to anger to confusion to "I'm going to kill those little brats if it's the last thing I do" in five seconds flat. He muttered something under his breath and walked over to where the blanket was laid out, sitting down next to the Divination teacher.