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Chapter 8: First Day
Hermione stared across the room as her long time pen pal went all like gangster on Patricia Waters a loose little 5th year Slytherin. Giggling she tucked into the pile of pancakes on her plate.
Glancing up at the ceiling of the great hall Hermione noticed several owls begin to enter and drop of the morning post. A great grey owl landed on her empty goblet and dropped a letter on to her syrup covered plate. Snatching it up Hermione hastily wiped off as much of the brown sugary liquid as was possible before tearing it open.
"Hey Hermione what classes do you have?" Ron asked as he shoved some almost whole sausages into his mouth.
"Umm… I have potions, herbology, and defense against the dark arts and hmmm… that is it for today." Hermione scanned over the rest of her week before going back to her Monday classes to figure two things out first why she only had three classes and secondly who she had the classes with. "Darn!" she cried staring at the top of the page.
"What?" Harry asked looking up from his plate of bacon.
"I have DOUBLE potions today."
"Uhhh bad luck 'Mione. I hope I don't have that two."
A tawny owl landed in front of Ron dropping a letter exactly like Hermione's on the table. Snatching it up he tore it apart scanning the page. His shoulders sagged and he absently tossed the parchment onto Hermione's lap. Grabbing the slowly floating down paper she let out a short giggle. "Looks like your luck is as bad as mine Ron!"
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Cherie walked slowly behind Blaise. 'Man I want cookies right about now!' she thought to herself as she entered the dimly lit dungeon. 'Who actually wants this as a class room?'
Hermione was sitting in between the tall cute black haired boy Cherie had met on the train and the other red haired, freckled faced, lanky boy with the staring problem.
Cherie smiled at Blaise then went over to talk to Hermione. "Hey babe, sup?" Cherie nonchalantly began.
"Babe?" the dark haired one asked. 'What was his name Harvey? No. Hardy? No Harry! That was his name'
"Cha ya she's a babe. What do you think I was referring to you?"
Harries eyes widened in shock at this unexpected implication. Hermione who knew her friend a little better than Harry did merely burst out it to laughter.
"So ya babe what's up? What is the deal with this whole like medieval dungeon motif that's goin' on here?"
"I'm fine. As for the décor? All I can say is that I guess professor Snape likes to use it to intimidate us and boy does it ever work!"
"Dang girl that is sad. How old is this guy like 40? Why would he wanna scare little kids? Sadistic much?"
Hermione and Cherie both started to laugh. And chatter on about various things starting with Professor Snape and evolving to more cherry matters such as that morning and what had set Cherie off on Patricia Waters.
The two girls still stood there giggling as a tall man with a hawk like nose and greasy black hair had swept into the room, causing all conversation to stop except for the two girls who where oblivious to the chills that he brought with him as he glared at them from the front of the room.
"Miss Black! I understand that you are new but I do not tolerate talking in my class." Cherie spun on her heel to face the darkly robed man.
"Sorry professor Snap, could you wait a moment we're not quite done yet." All the Gryphondors and Slytherins gasped, and Cherie turned away from the now fish mouthed Snape and continued to chatter away to Hermione who was staring worriedly at Snape.
A cold pale hand grabbed Cherie's robes and she was violently spun to face Professor Snape. "Don't talk to me that way! Sit down! And detention!"
"Really professor yelling is going to get you nothing but a sore throat. And is detention the most imaginative thing you can come up with? My, you Brits ARE helpless!" and with that Cherie shook off Snapes hand and flounced to her seat beside a very shocked Blaise.
"Fine Miss Black you want imagination? Today class you are to make a highly difficult potion called Liquidus Letum. And you Miss Black are to work alone." Snape stared at Cherie as he said this, his eyes trying to bore holes into Cherie's scull.
"Liquid Death eh? Good choice for a seventh year class. Am I to do this and the detention?"
"No I think this will be sufficient." And with that he spun on his heel flicking his wand so that the instructions were neatly written on the black board.
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The class proceeded to take out their supplies in silence a few students sent admiring looks over at Cherie. The boys especially. A few Slytherin boys and many Gryphondors were staring at her like she was a piece of meat just waiting for them to sink their teeth into it. Blaise could have killed them all. He didn't know why he was feeling this way he hardly knew the girl and yet when Snape had yelled at her and man handled her like that Blaise had to truly fight his instinct to get up and punch the git. Stealing a glance over at her Blaise could not help but notice the rather blasé look upon her face. She was gorgeous, and the best part was she didn't know it.
Turning back to his cauldron he began to stir together ingredients.
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The time ticked by and Snape made occasional round of the class room seeing what messes the idiots had made. His mind kept wandering to the beginning of class and the rather cheeky little snippet of a girl. Wandering over to that part of the dungeon a strange and pungent sent wafted to his nose. Mint? Who had screwed up their potion to the point that it smelled like mint! Following the scent her reached the cause of all his woes. "Miss Black, why do you smell like mint?" giggles erupted as he let out this rather impertinent question.
Her big hazel eyes turned up toward him from the cauldron that was simmering slightly. "Mint? Why professor what a rude thing to ask! I am sorry to disappoint you but not only are you to old for me, you're not my type."
Flabbergasted Snape found himself yet again facing the impetuous little girls back. "I was not hitting on you, you conceited little girl." He growled getting quite fed up with this child.
"Conceited? You think I am conceited? Hmmm well I think they're about done now…" she mumbled her back still turned on him bending down to pull a black tray out of a strange looking contraption that was by all appearances was completely new to that area. Heat wafted up singing Snapes face and carrying with it the scent of mint and…something else.
"What is THAT? And what are you doing! Miss Black stop ignoring me!" behind him someone's potion boiled over sending putrid steam up into the air of the rapidly heating classroom. Spinning around Snape glared at the class who had been avidly watching the little girl insult him. "Get back to work all of you!" he roared. "What are you doing! Why does it smell like mint! What did you do to make your potion do THAT!"
"Here, have a cookie." She exclaimed shoving a small golden cookie into his mouth. Snape swallowed before beginning to roar with rage again. "You made COOKIES! Who told you to make cookies?" Snape continued to bellow for another 5 minutes, on various subject mostly revolving around cookies, before finally he noticed that nothing he said was fazing this child.
As soon as he shut his mouth she spoke, her voice calm and even. "I am sorry professor for any mischief I may have caused. I am sorry that you do not appreciate my cooking. But, you have no reason and much less right to be angry with me. I say 'angry' because if I used 'Mad' that would imply that I thought you were crazy which although you are acting as though you are I do not believe you truly are. Now have a cookie and try to calm yourself."
Snape (along with the rest of the class) stared open mouthed at her as she said this and even more still when shetucked a cookie in his hand and turned around a great big smile lighting up her features. He was confused and slightly annoyed; his anger had thus far caused grown women to burst into tears and grown men to cower in fear. Why did couldn't he cow this one little 16 year old little girl!
Unconsciously he took the cookies that were proffered him and slowly made his way up to his desk completely forgetting any kind of reprimand.
A/N: tehehe I love that chapter! Wasn't that awesome! We got allot of peoples views on Cherie and her actions. Lets see Hermione, Blaise, Professor Snap, I mean Snape