This chapter there is even more of me annoying Snape, let me know if that gets old, I make a new friend, discover more about cool fan fiction character powers, and scare people. Fan fiction life is fun. I don't own Elfwood though I do have an account and gallery, I don't own anything in the Harry Potter book, MC Hammer's music, though I do have the mentioned song on a soundtrack cd. Oh yeah, and I also slap a couple people by accident in this chapter, you'll probably find it funny when you read who.

Chapter 7:

I got myself really hyper on the chocolate and root beer I found that I had also stashed. Because of this I ended up playing my music really loud and probably kept part of the castle awake. Not to mention my rendition of MC Hammer's 'U Can't Touch This' at the top of my lungs. That was actually quite funny from my point of view. The next morning I awoke bright and early, which to me was around six o'clock. Go figure. After dressing in a black silk dress, which was perhaps not quite appropriate for this school (or school in general for that matter), I wandered to the Great Hall. This was around seven, so not many people were up yet, being the first official day of school and all. I was amazed that I had actually gotten up.

Walking through the door I attracted some rather sleepy stares, and half-hearted catcalls concerning my attire. Plunking down in at the Griffindor table, I groaned and said "I suppose they don't serve coffee, do they?"

"Nope" came the reply "just pumpkin juice." Heaving a sigh, hit the table with my forehead and muttered "Figures. Damn, I need some caffeine."

After repeatedly banging my head off of the table, I decided to start eating because the Great Hall was starting to fill up and there was no way I was going to lose my breakfast to a bunch of eleven year olds. Snagging some bacon (sorry to you vegetarians out there) and hash browns, I settled in to eat. After ravenously downing considerable food and drink (I didn't have much of substance the night before, snacks and all) I noticed I was being watched. Hermione Granger (here she is, finally) was inspecting me like I was a specimen under a microscope from a few seats away. Looking over and giving her my trademark finger waggle (one of my many ways of waving, someone somewhere probably has something similar), I grinned as she flushed, realizing she'd been caught. Waving her over, and patting a seat, which had miraculously stayed empty throughout breakfast, I refilled my goblet and turned to her as she sat down. "So what interesting part of some millionaire's collection am I. Today or otherwise."

I continued to grin to show I meant no offense by my statement, I watched as she grew redder by the second. "Why do you say that?" she asked. Pausing for dramatic effect I appeared to think. "Well because you were looking at me like I was a particularly interesting exhibit in a museum. That's all." It was really funny, she was getting redder and redder. Plus you could imagine the cogs working in her head (what kind of word is cog anyway, how would someone come up with a word like that) "I don't have anything against museums, I actually really like museums. I'm just a little uncomfortable being exhibit-like."

I almost cracked up laughing at the look on her face. "Whoa, chill girl. I'm just playing with you. I'm like that, if you didn't figure it out last night. Weird, I mean." A dawning look of remembrance and realization crossed her face. "Don't worry about me, I'm just a bit crazy. In fact, crazy doesn't even cover half of what I am." After that she was reasonably prepared for my outbursts, etc. and we became good friends.

At the end of the school day we had Potions. With Snape. While waiting for said Professor to show up, Malfoy decided to say hi. "So you're the 'special case', you don't look like much to me." Giving him an evil grin, which made him falter a bit, I answered "Yes, I am. Would you prefer me the way I was before I was put back together. Splattered across pavement and the front of a bus. Because I'm sure that could be arranged."

When I mentioned the pavement and the bus, and everything else in that package, he blanched and turned even paler than he already was, while everyone else in the vicinity looked shocked and disgusted. Snape chose that perfect moment to show up. Giving him my trademark finger waggle, I sidled up and said "You be nice today, or I'll find some way to torture you with my music you seem to hate so much. I really mean it." Giving me an odd look (so what else is new) he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

After everyone had filed in and sat down, Snape started his speech about 'bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses', and that load of stuff. Then he started picking on Harry (we all know Harry), contrary to what I had asked him. (or told him, your choice) I soon got fed up with that, and raised my hand. "Yes Miss Knight-Nash?"

"Powerful sleeping potion called Drought of Living Death. A stone from the stomach of a goat, which will save you from most poisons. No differences, also known as aconite."

"What Miss Knight-Nash?"

"The answers sir. I've read them about 50 bazillion times. Plus what have I said about calling me that, and what I said more recently, about being nice. Do we need a repeat of the Evanescence incident?"

After several emotions crossed his face (anger, disbelief, and shock to name a few), he ,managed to force out "Detention. Tonight. 8 o'clock." Plastering on a cheerful grin, I replied "Terrific, I wonder if you get my usual radio station here? Some tunage (I can't believe I actually said tunage) would be wonderful. Anything specific I should bring? Whips, chains, rope maybe?"

"We'll discuss this after class. and make that two detentions."

"Even better."

"Three."

"Maybe I'd better shut up."

"Maybe you should."

"Fine, I will. But remember what I said."

After that the class more or less settled down. That is until Neville melted his cauldron. Poor Neville, those boils must have hurt. Then, of course, Snape blamed it on Harry. That pissed me off so much that I stopped paying attention, burnt my hand (my whole hand was black and crispy), and shrieked "Sonnava beeyatch!" Then I proceeded to wave my hand in the air, accidentally slapping the person next to me. I also hit Snape, who had come over to see what the problem was. Then, suddenly, my hand healed and I let loose a long, drawn out "Duuude." Apparently that's not supposed to happen without some wand waving, or potion, or something. Everyone looked shocked. Even Neville, who hadn't gone to the Hospital Wing yet, appeared to ignore his pain and stopped dancing on the spot to stare. I let out a whoop, and shouted "Immortality, kick-ass senses, and rapid healing. My life rocks!" Then I did a little dance (similar to the first comment dances at Elfwood, I love Elfwood), and promptly sat back down in my seat.

Class continued quite sanely until class ended and everyone filed out in disarray. That's when I headed to Snape's desk. "What do I need for my detention sir?"

"Just a pen, you'll be writing lines." Lines. I hadn't done those since I was in elementary school, and my second cousin who doubled as babysitter back then made me write them for refusing to do my homework. "Um, okay sir. Anything else."

"No, that's all."

"May I bring a radio or cd player. I find I work more constructively with music playing."

"Very well, but you'll have to keep it down." Yet again I did a little boogie, then said "Thanks sir" and sauntered out the door.

After that the day was smooth sailing that is until my detention. As I walked through the door I got the shock of my life.

Ooh cliffhanger, a bad cliffhanger true, but oh well who really cares. Again if you don't read and review my Demonic Gerbils of Chaos and Mayhem and my Evil Bunnies of DOOM! will get you... also I'll get upset, and you wouldn't want to do that to me, now would you? Because I'll discontinue the story and be pouty. Oh yeah I changed chapter two, it makes more sense now.