Josh, Figment man: I don't think anyone's reading this Lefthand.
LefthandedFreak: Well, that doesn't matter. I like the story too much to give up on it. One day, maybe I might actually get a review for this story.
Josh, Figment Man: Keep dreaming.
LefthandedFreak: I will! Sorry for any misspelled words. I'm in a hurry. Also I do NOT own anything. The song that is mentioned is someone else's who's probably bought a million dollars worth of potato chips. I just heard it off of the Movie BeetleJuice, which I also do not own. Thank you and Enjoy! Oh and remember, this is in Snape's point of view.
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
"DAY OH….HEESA DAY HEESA DAY HEESA…daylight come and me want to go home!"
Oh, by the God's, why me! I hear a few stray giggles as I try to ignore the music floating across the room.
It doesn't work.
"Day…Heesa day Heesa day Heesa…. day light come and me want to go home…" I slowly, a tilt at a time, raised my head to find her there. Natalie Star. A profound trouble maker in my opinion, her long brown hair dancing in the air as she spins a top of her desk, her best friend peering up at her in bewilderment.
Obviously it wasn't planned.
I sigh as I stand up with a grimace, putting on my scary face as some would think of it. "Mrs. Star, what are you doing?"
She continues dancing as though she didn't hear me but stops singing long enough to speak. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Damn smart-ass!
"It appears to me that you are disturbing my classroom", I made myself sound as menacing as possible as I spat out my response.
She didn't take any notice. With a light hearted smile plastered on her face and her hair dancing in the air it was hard to tell if she even knew I had spoken. She tended to ignore things every now and then, acting as if the speaker had never said anything to begin with. It was a very good ploy for getting rid of people she didn't feel like talking to.
She would get no satisfaction from me, however.
"Mrs. Star, I will not tolerate misbehavior in my classroom of any sorts. Fifty Points from Gryffindor" I held down my smirk as I heard her fellow classmates groan in annoyance of her stupidity. To my surprise however, she just continued dancing.
"Oh, don't you think that's a little harsh for someone who just wants to have some fun?" Oh did she now how to tick me off.
"Fifty more points from Gryffindor for being a smart mouth" Natalie stopped at that, dropping to her knees and peering at me from her desk.
"But if you take points away because I have a smart mouth, how will you get any one to answer your questions correctly?" I could feel my insides bubble with rage towards the brunette.
"Detention this Saturday Mrs. Star. Stay after class so I may discuss the matter further." She didn't smile and yet she didn't frown. She just sat there, peering at me as if she had some questionable knowledge that I could never possess. Slowly and steadily, she lowered herself back into her desk, retrieved her quill and started writing as if nothing had occurred at all.
Eyes from all corners of the old and dusty room remained on the brunette as she scribbled and scrawled across her parchment, oblivious to the odd looks and questioning glares being thrown at her. I, on the other hand, did not care in the least of what her classmates thought of her or of how she had just destroyed her reputation. I was satisfied that I had, at the very least, retrieved the silence I had been looking for.
Turning so as to throw fright to the other misfits, I made my way back to my seat and to the papers I had been previously grading before the little ruckus had accord.
"…. Come Mr. Tally man tally me bananas…"
"MRS. STAR!"
I have been aware to the old saying "Oh how time flies" but I was never more aware of it until now. The week had seemed to fly by with little or no occurrence of trouble within the castle's premise, leaving me with little to terrify or yell at. Now that it was Saturday, my first day of self-solitude away from the demons that inhabited the school, I became painfully aware of the up coming punishment for Natalie that very evening.
The girl herself was a puzzle to me. I had seen her quite the many of times, dancing or singing in spite of what any one thought. On more than rare occasions did she actually hold herself as a brilliant young lady. Through all of her pranks and thoroughly weird behavior, she was still very polite to most adults and held an air of maturity about her.
Her best friend was more than likely the same. Rachel Sarkasta and Natalie Star have been friends since the beginning of school, reeking havoc and chaos across the grounds, but never causing permanent damage. They were just as bad as the Weasley twins who tended to receive a detention every day from one teacher or another. I compared them to prankster rivals, each trying to see who could cause the most uproar from the student body.
And as dedicated as they were to becoming better than the Weasley twins, they were more dedicated to school work. Rachel had the highest marks out of all of her classes. I myself found it hard to defile or find flaws in her work. Natalie, on the other hand, may not have had as high scores as her friend but she still had very decent grades. It didn't mean she had a lot of common sense, though. Rachel would always find a way to bale them out of trouble, making sure that there was no link to the crime that could be traced to them or to anyone else for that matter.
Natalie tended to let everyone know what she was capable of. In my opinion, I think she tended to enjoy the spotlight and loved to make anyone ponder onto what she was doing. Most of all, it was what she said about people that made me very curios of how she thought. Some time ago, for example, I found myself listening to her jump down another persons throat for what they said about Madame Prince.
She always said you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover and on rare occasions, I wondered myself if that were true. Still, pondering about the girl would not help with the matter at hand. I had to decide what I was going to have her do for two hours of pure boredom on her part and I had to make it good. Last time I had her for detention, she sat smiling and humming to herself as she pulled the eyes from dead herrings.(AN: A fish)
I had barely realized that I had thought myself through three hours until I heard a knock on my quarters. With an air of annoyance I proceeded to the door and swung it open to find her standing there.
"Hello Professor, I'm here for my detention." I shot a glance at the clock on my far wall to see that indeed, she was on time for her punishment and that I had lost track of time. I was also a bit aware that she had one of the most annoying smiles on her face, as if she enjoyed being in a slimy old dungeon and peeling vital organs out of dead creatures. I grimaced at the thought of her playing with some animal's shriveled liver, making it dance no doubt.
I shook myself mentally out of my stupor and set her at the task that came to my mind first.
"Stack…. boxes sir?" She seemed bit curios as to why I had just given her one of the silliest tasks to be given in potions. I of course would never admit to it being silly and just sneered in her general direction.
"Do you find that to be too hard?" She shook her head and smiled again, heading over to the obvious boxes I had been talking about and started piling them, one on top of the other. "And no humming this time, understood?" She didn't look up.
"Yes sir, quite understood". She fiddled with one wet piece of cardboard before tossing it to the side, probably planning to put it on the top. That or she was trying to make sure her two hours was full of stacking useless brown package containers. Hell, maybe she was trying to see which box was the best to make fake strap on wings so she could run around the school pretending that she was some giant monarch. She'd be the one to get a kick out of that, that's for sure.
"Sir, are you listening?" I was rudely pulled out of my thoughts of Natalie jumping of one of the banisters, swearing that she could fly as she fell to her doom. I was only now aware that she was very much alive and well, peering at me from across my desk, one of her annoying smiles plastered on her face.
"What is it Mrs. Star?" She straightened herself with a manner of grace before rubbing the back of her neck.
"I said that I'm done with stacking the boxes, sir, and I was wondering what else you wanted me to do. We have an hour and thirty minutes left, by the way." She had caught me as I was about to sneak a peak at the clock on my wall. Glaring at her, I raised my self out of my seat with an air of annoyance, before addressing her.
"I do know how to tell time, Mrs. Star." She just smiled, not in the least bit shaken of the glare that made many a student soil himself.
"I know sir, but I thought that I'd save you the energy." If this was suppose to be an insult or not, I was unsure. I decided to drop it. Thinking of what else I could possibly get her to do, I watched as she flopped herself into a chair and started playing with her wand, twirling in and out of her fingers. I gave up.
"Since you've found it quite important to inform me of what time it is, finding me incompetent of looking myself, you shall tell me when fifteen minutes has passed for the next hours and thirty minutes." She didn't moan or protest but just plopped her head on her arms and gazed at the clock.
"And sit up straight" She pulled herself up slowly, her eyes never leaving the ticking hands as the twitched by slowly, counting second after second.
Oh this hell seemed to never end. I realized I probably would have been better in having her do something else, leave for that matter, for it was quite disturbing for her to yell out what time it was every fifteen minutes. Maybe that's why she didn't mind doing it, it was annoying to me.
Finally, when she had announced the end of her punishment, I felt a sort of relief sweep through me. "Alright Mrs. Star, you may leave now. Perhaps next time you will behave yourself whilst in class." She only smiled before picking up her bag that I hadn't noticed before and leaving. I tiredly raised myself from my seat and swiftly made my way to the door, deciding that a long rest was all I needed to get rid of the fact that I have just wasted three hours, when something caught my eye.
There, on a shelf filled with ingredients and old potions books from previous years, laid a small green box, yellow ribbon curled into a bow, and a silver tag that bore the initials 'S.S.' on it…
LefthandedFreak: Yes, I know I just sort of dropped off and left you. I couldn't find a good way to end the chapter. So I'll be picking up where I left off next time.
Josh, Figment Man: And please don't make it a long time.
LefthandedFreak: I'll try. Read and Review!