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After what had happened in the Great Hall that Sunday, one would think that things could not get any stranger. However, things did get stranger. Much stranger.

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The day was Monday and nearly lunchtime. Young wizards were either making their way to the Great Hall or wandering the grounds to pass the time. The day was warm and sunny. The birds were singing. Such things were rare in this late time of fall and nobody wanted to miss these things. Especially not Proffesor Snape.

"Where are you going Severus?!" Proffesor McGonagall trailed after the said proffesor.

"To the beach...," Severus replied.

Most proffesors w- ...no... ALL proffesors wore some sort of wizarding clothing, such as cloaks or what resembled a gown. All but the exception of Proffesor Snape. Today, he was clad in swimming trunks, sunglasses, sandals, and he also seemed to be carrying a beach towel and sun block.

"You can't go to the beach!" McGonagall declared. Some of the passing students, stopped to stare at the underdressed proffesor.

Snape looked slightly confused for a moment. He then smiled a big toothy grin, "Oh your right! I can't go to the beach without my sand castle equipment!" Severus was going to go back to his office, but was stopped by the shrill voice of McGonagall.

"You have a class to teach!" McGonagall cried out her voice of reasoning.

Severus looked around suspiciously before walking up to McGonagall and whispering, "Which one?"

"ALL OF THEM!" Proffesor McGonagall screamed.

"I have to teach all of them?" Severus asked dumbly.

"YES!" McGonagall was getting very agitated at the mad proffesor.

"Okay...," Severus pouted like a puppy. He suddenly pulled on a hopeful face, "If I teach all of them, then can I go to the beach?"

"...," McGonagall didn't speak for a moment, "You can't go on such a thing before the term is over," the stressed proffesor finally replied.

Severus huffed and crossed his arms, "I don't like you," he said before walking off to the dungeons.

McGonagall stood transfixed. She just argued with a mad man, and won! Life was getting stranger and stranger . . .

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It was still Monday and Snape was over the whole 'beach' ordeal. He had a class to teach after all. And teaching would be fun, right? Yes, of course it would! With what he had planned for his students, it had to be!

Snape watched as his students filled the green grassed, purple skied, and blue flowered walled room. Their faces went from shock, to joy at the brightness of the place.

Some of the guys thought that it looked a bit girly, but it was much better than the creepy brick walls, so they didn't complain. Ron looked as though he had an early Christmas, while Hermione had worry stretched across her face.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Harry asked his troubled friend.

"I don't know . . . ," Hermione began, "It's just that he's way to out of character."

"Are you kidding?" Ron asked redoucously(sp?), "This is the best thing that has happened to him; not to mention us."

"It's just a little unnerving I suppose," Hermione mumbled, mostly to herself, but the others heard her clearly.

"You'll get over it," Ron passed off. With that said, the trio made their way to their desks and sat down. They were ready for an 'exciting' potions class. The term 'exciting' was rarely used in this class(unless it had something to do with unstable potions), but Harry and Ron were willing to use it more often.

Snape gave a toothy grin to his students. He had changed his apparel. Instead of his swimming trunks and sandcastle gear, he was wearing an attire that consisted of purple robe that brought out the color of his eyes. He also had on a pair of sandals and wore a necklace of braided flowers.

To be honest . . . he looked like a hippie.
" . . . ," Ron's eye twitched at the bright colors.

Hermione leaned over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Harry, I think that this has gone a bit to far."

Harry didn't reply. He was far to entranced by the tie-dy(sp?) purple to comprehend Hermione's words. It was just . . . so . . . colorful . . .

Hermione waved a hand in front of Harry's face. He took no notice. "Harry?" Hermione hissed, "Harry!" Harry shook his head when he came back to reality.

"That was weird," Harry muttered to himself. Before Ron and Hermoine could question their friend on his abnormal behavior, Snape intervined by beginning a lecture.

"Hello, class!" he said in an overly cheery manner, "Today we will be making a special potion! A very special potion indeed!" he vaguely informed the classroom.

"What kind of potion?" Malfoy asked from the back of the room.

"Why, the special kind, of course," Snape answered the blonde. Hermione, Ron, and Harry exchanged glances, 'What kind of special potion?' they coincedentally thought the same.

"Now!" Snape began, "Pull out all of your potions supplies and don't forget to get out your potion containers."

The students did this task without question.

"Alright. Tell me, do all of you have corn?" Snape asked the teens. Many shook their heads. Corn wasn't a common potions ingredient so none of them had such an item.

"Oh well," Snape said with a sly grin, "That's alright! I borrowed some from the kitchens!"

Snape walked into the nearby walk-in closet and pulled out a large brown sack of corn.

Unknown to any wizards or witches who was not Snape, he had actually stolen the corn from the poor house-elves while humming the James Bond theme song.

"Listen everyone!" he gathered the attention of his pupils, "I want all of you to form a line over here and get exactly two cups of corn and then carry the corn back to your desks!"

Hermione raised her hand. Snape pointed at her and said, "Speak, my child!"

Hermione, although somewhat unnerved by the unexpected command, spoke with confusion, "Excuse me Proffesor, but what sort of potion requires 'corn'?" she asked while placing emphasis on the word 'corn'.

Snape beamed, "The special kind!"

Hermione's eye twitched in annoyance, "But what kind of 'special' potion are we making? I have looked through all of my potions books and none of them require 'corn"

Snape rolled his eyes as if the answer was as obvious as daylight, "Well, duh! Oh course you wouldn't have come across it with your petty knowledge of potions," Snape began, "This potion was first created in the U.S.A. and is highly practiced in some areas. I came across it when I was a little older than you and decided to carry my knowledge here so I could share it with all of you lovely children," he said and some many of the children felt shivers go down their spine. A sentence like that, coming from Snape, was creepy; even if he wasn't 'Mr. Dark-and-Gloomy' anymore.
Hermione was now immensily(sp?) curious, "What is this potion called?" she asked.

Snape smiled and replied, "White Lightning"

TBC!

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Yes! White Lightning is real and is made in the U.S.A. (I know this because I live there)! Anyone who lives in my area knows what it is and since I know that people from Australia and from the U.K. read on fan fiction . net I figured that they didn't know what it was. It isn't referred as White Lightning very often; it has another name (but I wont tell until the next chapter). I was going to have Snape make the class produce Pot, but I figured that that was more of Proffesor Sprout's field of work. Heh, I tell you what, the first person guesses what White Lightning is gets a free cookie and a garrentee that I will update no more than a week after they reviewed. Now get to guessing people before I forget that this challenge exists!

P.S.: To all that are interested, it seems as though one of member is actually ALIVE! Her/his name is Celewing! Yay! I'm so happy! Anytime there is a member on that hasn't been active for a while, I immediately assume that they are dead. In fact I have a list of all the dead people (the ones that I know of, of course) on my bio. It's really short right now, but I'm going to be adding the names: Nightmonkey and HybridSunshine up on there soon. If you are any of these people, then please confirm your existance if you are still amoungst the living. I keep track of all my favorite arthors, so don't be surprised if any of you are added to the list . . . . (humms a creepy song about death)