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Chap. 15: A Bad Day

It had been three weeks since returning to Hogwarts.

Vladimir sighed as he walked through the halls. He had another headache, and he wasn't even in the DADA class yet. Perhaps, just knowing what was to come, the headache was starting early. "Yay for me..." Vladimir hissed.

Crimson poked her head out from his robs and chuckled. "I do so wish I could join you in your misery, Master Vladimir, but I'm afraid the school has a bit of a rat problem that I've been all too generous to help fix…"

With that, she slipped down his leg and onto the floor, scaring a few people, and even playfully snapping at their feet.

Rolling his eyes, Vladimir continued around the corner and took another right into the classroom that seemed to be the bane of his existence.

Finding that the teacher wasn't currently in the room, Vladimir relaxed. As he'd observed before, his headaches were always worse when Professor Quirrell was near. At least, for now, he could lay his head down for a bit and hope that the headache would leave.

He'd barely had his head down for a minute when- much to his dismay- something cracked down on his cranium, and intensified the headache by millions. So much for getting rid of that…

Looking up in pained surprise, Vladimir met the cold, black eyes of the Potions Master.

"There will be no sleeping while I'm in charge Mister Hellsing… 10 points from Gryffindor."

Snape usually wasn't that bad. The worst about him was that everything Vladimir did wrong around Snape, it was double what it would normally be. But seeing as Vladimir didn't do much bad, he didn't have much to worry about. But Snape looked for any reason possible to deduct points from any house- nixed Slytherin - and that went big for Gryffindor. So Vladimir made it a point to not give him the pleasure. Honestly, it was fun to see the look of grudged approval from the man when Vladimir turned in a perfect potion or paper.

But apparently, Snape would be teaching the DADA class today, giving him power to deduct points from the unfortunately unaware Vladimir.

He did take some comfort in Snape teaching though. At least now Quirrell wouldn't give him headaches. Then again, that book slap really knocked his brain around. He'd be lucky if he'd get rid of it before the end of the day.

"Today you will be learning about Trolls. I've found that you have been poorly versed in this subject, and with last Halloween's mishap-" Snape's eyes snapped over to Vladimir. Vladimir rolled his eyes. It wasn't like he didn't know how to take care of a troll. Her knew how to just fine. He'd just been given faulty info that led him to believe that the troll was in the dungeon. Of course, Vladimir refrained from voicing this, as it would undoubtedly earn him deducted points. "- I find it completely irresponsible that your teacher has not enlightened you on this subject." He did have a point there…

"As it is the teacher's duty to inform you of such things, I will do so, as that stuttering fool is obviously too gone in his mind to do so."

While he was making some very fair points, something was odd… Snape was a brute and straightforward about his opinions, but he generally didn't give that much detail, especially to mere students. Something must have upset him.

Well, no point dwelling on it. Snape was already having them take notes. Vladimir couldn't help but think that Snape would be far better suited to teach this class than Quirrell, simply for the immediate lessons. Though, it was clear he was the only one that thought as much, except for Hermione, who was jotting down notes eagerly and rushed. It looked as though she was jotting down every word Snape said, as well as what was in the book. Surely, she already knew half of the things that she was writing. Vladimir knew that she read text books for pleasure. While Vladimir didn't do the same, he did study it and found it only necessary to write down interesting facts that he either missed or hadn't thought much to ponder on the first time he read it. In doing this, all of his notes were condensed to two pages, while Hermione had polished off five. Perhaps he should say something to her later. Needlessly writing everything would only cause stress, and that wouldn't bode well for her.

Now what did surprise him was what Ron was doing. The boy was taking notes. Although, he didn't seem to be doing it right, as there were no headings, subheadings, and sub-subheadings. It all seemed to be a big jumbled mess with a few breaks in lines for new paragraphs.

It was apparently enough to take the notice of Snape.

What happened next almost made Vladimir groan in agony for his friend.

Snape strode right up to Ron and snatched the papers from the unaware boy.

His eyes quickly scanned over the paper and he practically slammed the papers on the desk, in front of Ron.

"Mr. Weasley, it would do you well to actually take notes and not write stories in place of notes." Turning to go back to the bored, he called back, "50 points from Gryffindor."

"50?!" Ron burst out before he could stop himself.

Snape snapped around, his cloak flaring out dramatically. I'll bet he practices that in the mirror every morning just to get it like that… Vladimir thought.

"10 were for our inattentiveness, another 10 was for your insolence to try and even think of tricking me, 30 was for your horrid spelling-" Ron turned so red at the ears at that and Vladimir had a flare of anger flow through him. "- and 20 for questioning me."

Vladimir saw it in his eyes just before he said it, though Vladimir tried desperately to tell him not to say any more. But it was all for not. "That's 70!"

"Ah, it appears you can do math. I suppose that's something."

This time Ron was too angry to even reply.

The rest of the class passed by with Ron practically etching his notes into his paper; as if he were inscribing a rock. The other kids were looking at him and chuckling. Hermione was giving him a worried look, as well as Vladimir, though Vladimir was also quite angry with Snape and when the man wasn't looking, he'd shoot looks of such anger, it was a surprise there wasn't a hole through the man's head and heart.

The second the bell rang, Ron had his stuff packed and was out the door before anyone else.

Hermione and Vladimir traded glances as they picked there things up and rushed after Ron.

Ron had apparently decided to skip dinner. He didn't want to be around all of the students, who all, no doubt, knew about what happened.

While Hermione stayed with him in the Gryffindor dorm, Vladimir went to grab them all food so they wouldn't go hungry.

On his way to the Great Hall, he saw Fred and George.

"Well if it isn't our mate Vlady." Fred said.

"You're not usually late. Then again, if Ron could go missing during dinner, than anything is possible, eh?" George said.

"Yeah..." Vladimir said, and then shot them a curious look. "You do know what happened, right? I'd figured it'd get around fast…"

A dark look passed over their faces. It was quite an odd look; quite menacing really, especially with there being two of them.

"Oh we know." They said at the same time.

"Not too happy, I take it." It was a statement, delivered with a dry voice.

"It's not right!" George practically yelled, surprising both Vlad and Crimson.

"Yeah. It's not Snape's place to go and embarrass him like that. He could have waited till after class ended."

"Well… I think some things wrong with him…" Vladimir had an odd need to defend the teacher. He knew of Snape's reputation, but really, if people just tried, they'd have no problem with him. They practically gave him reasons to take points.

"Yeah something's wrong with him. He's a slimy git, that's what!"

"Perhaps, but he's not normally so harsh. I think something has set him off and he's taking it out on us…"

"We'll set him straight." Fred growled.

"Yeah." George said, much the same way.

"Now, I know you want to get back at Snape, and I understand. But I think upsetting him further will only cause him to become angrier, therefore harsher."

Fred and George looked at him in bewilderment.

"Ya sound like you're trying to defend the man!" Fred said, as if it were so terrible.

"Look, all I'm saying is that I think it'd be best to let him cool off. Get back at him some other time, but right now, leave him be."

The look they gave him said they thought that was about the most insane thing they'd ever heard.

Deciding to just hope it would sink in, he walked passed them and into on to the Great Hall.

"Keep an eye on them, Crimson, would you?"

Hissing in understanding, she peeked out from his robes at the two now retreating twins and crawled down from his neck to follow them.