(Scene is a messy room filled with papers, with words and diagrams scribbled on every inch. From nowhere a crumpled ball of paper flies across the mess; authoress pops her head out of the mess) Oh, is it update time already? Good, here you go, see you at the end of the chapter for the author's notes.

Oh, yeah, disclaimer (sing-song voice; Barney theme): I don't own, neither do you, so whatever you don't, don't sue me! (sotto voice) Did I mention I can't carry a tune in a bucket if it was glued to my hand? (ducks back into mess)

Edit 8-10-08: I messed up and put Sinastra instead of Vector. Now corrected.

It had taken a week for the slightly modified Switching Spell to wear off, by which time Snape was starting to become a little paranoid. To his disgust (and at the same time, relief), Vector had suggested teaching each other's classes, so that the switch would not be apparent to the students. Any bad attitude from "Vector" in Arithmancy Class was blamed on that female time of the month, which Snape thanked every deity he could think of did not happen.

But as his luck would have it, he only had a week of peace before he got hit with the next prank.

Prank #11 (My thanks to the Harry Potter I PC Game; if you've played it, you know what happens next.)

By the time the end November approached, Snape had grown as paranoid as, if not more than, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody. He spent most of his days in his office, having meals delivered by house-elves and only venturing out to teach his classes.

One day, he was sitting in his office grading papers when he heard a knock. Frowning, he got up and went to the door. He cautiously poked his head out. Nobody. He shrugged and went back to his desk.

Knock, knock.

Startled, he glanced around the room.

Knock, knock.

Standing up, he drew his wand, and began walking around the room.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

He stopped at a cabinet, where the knocking was loudest. With a flick of his wand, he opened the cabinet and wished he hadn't.

There, held back by a ward of some sort, was millions, no, billions, of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Snape had enough time to register said beans when there was a snap-hiss and the ward broke.

He yelped and tried to duck out of the way, but to no avail. The candies kept coming. In desperation, he shouted, "Evanesco!"

To his horrified surprise, the beans immediately doubled, then tripled in both quantity and size. Now they were roughly the size of Quaffles!

Snape couldn't hold it in any longer.

He screamed.

In another part of the castle, two red-headed boys were conferring with a house-elf, exchanging boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"Well, Jinx," said Fred, popping a red one in his mouth that turned out to be pepperoni. "Thanks for creating the ward."

"And thanks for putting the spells on the beans to make them increase in size and stuff," added George, popping a green bean in his mouth and grimacing. "Ugh, booger flavored."

Jinx grinned, showing pointed teeth. "Masters Weasleys should wait until the next prank to congratulate Jinx."

Prank #12

Snape poked at the food on his plate. A few days later and he was still finding beans in places he didn't even know he had. Urgh, disgusting.

"You need to eat something, Severus," said a stiff voice beside him. He turned to see Professor McGonagall.

Snape sighed and began to eat his chicken.

About halfway through the meal, Snape began to feel funny. Not the humorous kind, but the kind where something weird is happening to you and you don't know what.

"Uh, Minerva–" began Snape. But he didn't get as far as her name before he hiccupped.

"Are you all right?" asked McGonagall.

"No, I'm not," hiccupped Snape again. This time, he felt light as a feather.

"Oh, my, Severus!"

To Snape's surprise, he immediately began to rise from the chair and float upwards. Conversation at the House tables stopped immediately as students noticed their Potions professor shooting toward the roof.

"ALLLLBUUUUSSSS!" screamed Snape as his head hit the roof of the Great Hall with a light thump.

"Oh, dear," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling, all the while sniffing Snape's drink. "Seems someone has mixed in dried Billywig stingers with your drink."

"I don't care!" yelled Snape as he bounced along like a helium balloon. "Just get me down!"

"I believe the best antidote to this is to belch."

Snape, now trying to remain upright and failing, stared at the headmaster. "What?"

"You heard him, Severus!" shouted Minerva. "Just belch."

Praying his plan worked, Severus took out his wand and muttered "Muffilato" under his breath before letting out a belch that rocked the Great Hall. Instantly, he began to fall back to earth as gravity took over.

"Arresto Momentum!" shouted Dumbledore, slowing his progress so that Snape simply stepped from air to ground in one fluid motion.

"Thank you, Albus," grumbled Snape, one of his eyes twitching furiously.

Prank #13

After the Great Hall fiasco, it seemed like no student was safe from Professor Snape's wrath. Students found themselves wishing the holidays started the next day just to get away from the irate Potions Master.

Three days after the Hall incident, however, Snape's personality turned around 180 degrees. Literally.

He was just patrolling the corridors when he was suddenly struck by a yellow light that engulfed him fully. When it faded, he had the sudden urge to smile. But it wasn't a voluntary smile, more like a Muggle Botox treatment that froze his face in that shape. Later, he would ironically note that he looked the Joker from the DC comics instead of the Batman he was often compared to by the Muggleborn children.

There was a sudden influx of students in the hospital wing that week for Dreamless Sleep Potion due to nightmares of a smiling Snape and something to do with clowns.

The first of December approached and all was quiet. No one was stirring, not even a mouse…

Scratch that. No one was stirring, but two red-heads were scheming.

Prank #14

Snape woke to a horrible song being played over the school's intercom system.

"ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME – A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!"

Snape groaned and rolled over, trying to use the pillow as a barrier. But the song persisted, out of tune and annoyingly loud.

"ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME–"

Snape screamed.

By the time the day ended, Snape had memorized the Twelve Days of Christmas and found to his dismay that he hummed it mindlessly a few times over the rest of the week, which McGonagall found it amusing and Hagrid, being Hagrid, decided to belt out in chorus with the voice, which repeated itself every time it ended.

"ON THE FIRS' DAY 'O CHRISTMAS–"

To everybody's surprise but Snape, Hagrid's tongue was suddenly glued to the roof of his mouth.

Prank #15

Two weeks to Christmas, the last day of classes, and Snape found himself in an amusing predicament.

Well, amusing to everyone but Snape.

His entire Potions lab contents had been substituted for Christmas candies. For example, where there was once frog parts were now Chocolate Frogs; also, Cockroach Clusters now substituted for his bug parts. Candy canes hung off every shelf in the room. Snow was gently wafting all over the floor, which, on later inspection, turned out to be pure sugar.

To Snape's disgust, a little Hufflepuff ran up to him and hugged his waist.

"Thank you, Professor!" she beamed, before reaching up and grabbing one of the candy canes.

"No, don't!" shouted Snape.

But nothing happened. The girl simply ripped the covering off the candy cane and sucked on it. No odd effects, no turning colors, nothing. Just candy.

Snape sighed. At least this prank hadn't done much damage. Just made a bunch of kids hyper.

He froze and eyed the little girl, who had yanked the cover off another candy cane and was already starting to quiver.

Hyper. Greeeaaat…

Okay, so I know I said the next chapter was going to be the Christmas chapter, but I had a slight overflow of ideas. I want the next chapter to be one or two more Christmas pranks, a New Years, and two Valentines; the last section should be St. Patrick's Day, Easter, and the end of the school year prank. Oh, dear, will the Potions Master survive with his sanity intact? (Smiles evilly)

Thanks to my lovely reviewers:

rikkurox, ballerinadoll9, RebeccaRoy, Wotcher-Tonks, Samara Nightshade, Shadowed Ember, phoenixrising93, and mrmistoffelees.

Now, I have about half the next chapter written. Please send in your ideas, 'cause I really do appreciate them! Thanks a bunch!