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Dungeons

Snape awoke the next morning in his bed after a quite night without being woken throughout the night by anything or anyone. But as we all know, his day wouldn't stay this quiet.

Lying in bed, he started thinking back on all he had been through lately, trying to figure out why. He knew a couple of the who, but he knew that there were more people involved. He also thought about the field trip he had to take, and just who it was that had him do it. He was quite sure it wasn't anything he had done during this school year. It had started just after the start of the first term. He didn't think it was anything he had done the year before, they would have tried to get back at him before now, wouldn't they?

After lying in bed thinking for some time, he quickly realized a couple of things. One, his hand was wet, two his hand was resting in a bowl of water and three... he had apparently wet himself. He knew someone had done this, he would NEVER have done this on his own, he just couldn't figure out how his hand being in water would cause that to happen.

Walking through his rooms towards the bathroom he also noticed his missing clothes from the day before had somehow found their way into his quarters and were thrown over a chair. Luckly, his wand was with them.Leaving the clothingfor the house elves he continued on his way to the bathroom. Reaching the door, he noticed that it was mostly closed. He always left the door open. Pulling out his wand, he stood in front of the door, then raising his foot, kicked it open as hard as he could. As he was beginning to rush through the door, a huge bucket of ice water fell, and landed directly on his head. Deciding to simply ignore it for now, he proceeded to get into the shower and got ready for the day ahead.

Clean (or so he would believe), dry and hungry Snape reached out for his door knob but quickly released it. He whipped out his wand to detect any possible spells or charms on his door or right behind it. Finding none, he grabbed the door knob, turned it, then tried to pull his door open. Something would not let him open his door!

He was twisting and turning the door knob and pulling hard on the door when finally he felt something snap and was thrown backwards from his own relentless pulling then landed hard on his left arm and shoulder. Rising and rubbing his arm, he left his room to examine the outer door knob. There was some string dangling from his door and looking across the hall he noticed the same string hanging from the other door. Someone had tied string to both door knobs together so you wouldn't be able to open either one.

However, because of all these little incidents, he was now running late, and would not make it to breakfast.

So it was one PISSED off potions master that swept into his classroom, well, attempted to sweep into his classroom. Just as he was passing over the threshold, his foot caught on something that sent him head first into the classroom floor.

After pausing a moment to push the urge to kill anything that moved down, Snape began to pull himself up from his little trip and turned to face the students only to find that the students weren't facing him.

With the exception of his, all the desks and tables and chairs in the classroom were now facing the back wall, with all of the dimwitted students sitting in the chairs with their backs to him!

"FIX YOUR DESKS NOW" Snape raged at the students back. However a thought quickly jumped to his attention: the students backs were to him, so they didn't see him fall! That made him feel slightly better. Until he looked at the back wall. It wasn't a wall any longer. It was a mirror. So the little creatures did see his fall.

After all the desks were turned, Snape started them on their next potion. At least it wasn't the Gryffindor class. It was the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw sixth years. Snape decided to get some grading done while they were working so HOPEFULLY he would make it up to lunch today.

Just as he was sitting down a very loud, and very RUDE sound came from his chair! Every student looked up, and had tears in their eyes from trying not to laugh at their professor.

Deciding against grading, Snape jumped to his feet to stalk around the class and yell at the students. As he was getting closer to the back of the room, he was getting closer to the mirror at the back of the class.

It was then he noticed big blotches of red, green, yellow and blue paint on his face. Finally he gave up, dismissed his class and went to go hide in his rooms.

R.O.R.

"Wait, where did the ink come from?" Susan asked Luna.

"Oh, easy, while he was sleeping, I had Dobby go visit him a few times. Every time he went, he put a different color ink in Snapes hand, then tickled places on his face with a feather, so every time Snape tried to scratch his face, he just smeared ink all over his face." She replied with an easy smile.

'Muggles must think it's so easy to pull pranks with magic.' Luna thought to herself while the girls were talking,'but they don't realize that in our world, most magical peopledon't pay enough attention to anything muggle, makes them easy pickings for muggle pranks.'

A/N After writing this chapter I realized that in this story Cho would be a 7th year, Hermione, Millicent, Pansy, Hannah and Susan are in 6th, and Ginny and Luna are in 5th, therefore Ginny and Luna wouldn't have gone to Fred and George's shop. So, for this story, ginny and luna are 6th years for now... sorry about that! Forgive me.

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A/N2 (added 3/9/06)- ok, I've never done this before, but this was one of my favorite chapters. No more updates unless I get one review on this chapter! Sorry!