Snape stormed into the potions classroom and the children fell silent as the door slammed against the wall, he was not in a good mood and he didn't think this lesson would help his foul mood in the slightest. He glared at Dolly who was as usual sitting on a desk smiling at him, her legs swung as she sat and he could faintly hear her humming under her breath. He eyed her suspiciously, was she planning something? It was almost impossible to tell with her. Eventually he stopped glaring at her and scanned his eyes over the other students. One or two were muffling a giggle and he pondered it for a moment.
'Page 392, I want an essay on the exact properties of any ingredient listed on the page, no exceptions' He growled, at least he could keep the lesson calm and remove any potions from Dolly's hand. It was a particularly cruel task he knew, there was an ingredient listed that seemed to fit into the rest of the sentence, anyone skimming the page would easily miss it. More gigled were being stifled, the numbers seemed to increase as time went past and he eyes the students curiously, what had gotten into them? He sighed and turned around. He froze at the sight he found. His quill had been turned into a giant pin peacock feather. It was huge and he wondered for a moment how anyone could get it into the classroom unseen. It wasn't the most surprising thing he had seen Dolly accomplish and he felt annoyed at that. He stopped and glared at the item for a moment, his black eyes narrowing as he glared.
'Miss Dumbledore I suggest you take that thing back where it belongs, with Miss Trelaway' He sat down with a sigh. His fingers rubbed the sides of his temples and he threw a glare at Dolly once she reached his desk. She grabbed the quill and turned around, running off to complete the task with a hum.
No 6. Transfigure his quill into a giant pink peacock feather
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'Oh! My dear Severus, thank you so much for the gift' Sybil called as soon as he stepped into the staff room. He found her arms wrapped lazily around him and he frowned. Once again he wondered how that blasted woman could be so airy constantly. He pushed her arms away from his body with a growl.
'I sent no gift to anyone I assure you. You mad old bat' he growled sitting down and pouring himself a drink.
'Oh, Dolly said you'd say that. I can't believe you'd be so sweet and it is simply perfect!' She chimed her hands clasped together beside her bushy hair.
'Oh leave me alone' He muttered under her breath. He wasn't quite sure if he was talking to Sybil or to Dolly, perhaps both. He should have figured it was Dolly's doing. More and more this day was interrupted by her and it seemed he was no longer safe in the staff room. 'Stop listening to her, she is trouble' He continued louder but Sybil did not seem to notice, as always in a world of her own.
No 7. Convince Sybil Trelaway that the feather is a gift from Severus
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'Severus there you are!' Dolly called happily from his desk as he walked in.
'What now?' He sneered, his annoyance was evident and he glared at her before eyeing the box on his desk suspiciously. It was brown and had small holes poked into it at random points. It was difficult to tell if they had been designed or Dolly had simply gotten bored.
'Her name is Minerva' She smiled before standing up. She danced out of the room, swaying and singing to herself as she moved. Severus glared at the box for a while, long past the door slamming shut. Eventually he succumbed and opened the door. It smelt of sawdust and the small white rabbit that sat inside stared up at him with black eyes.
' How am I supposed to get rid of these? They're so innocent I'd really feel bad eating them! And they're named Minerva as well! Argh! Why can't I NOT feel guilty about this! Oh well, let's get back to the pet shop..." He grumbled taking the bunny to where he had kept the others, all named Minerva of course. They hopped away from the door as it slammed open and he couldn't resist a faint smile. He could even install fear in the tiny fluffy creatures. Maybe keeping them around for a little longer wasn't such a bad thing.
No 8. Present him with a pet baby bunny rabbit every few weeks. Tell him each one is called Minerva.
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Severus eyed the class wearily, Dolly was sitting in a seat at the back which showed she was planning something, as unpredictable as she could be their were also moments of predictability in her behaviour. He couldn't prove it of course and it was imposable to get Dolly in trouble since Minerva didn't mind as long as she wasn't annoying too many people. In fact her focus on him seemed to only make Minerva happier. He sighed and turned around to write the instructions for the potion on the board. He heard giggling behind him and turned around to glare at them before looking to see what it was Dolly was doing. He stared at her, she had moved forwards a seat. A single seat. That didn't make sense any, what was she playing it?! He sighed putting it down too lack of sleep before returning to the instructions, again giggling, again she had moved forward. He frowned at her, attempting this trick one more time. The experiement was succesful and she moved forwards once more.
No 9. Every time his back is turned in class, move one seat closer to him. Continue until you are directly in front of him or until the lesson ends.
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Dolly strolled down the corridor all the students stepped out of the way for her, that was a benefit she thought, she did love having access to the Gryffindor sword at her own whim. She twirled it slightly in her hands. Snape stepped out of his office and looked at her.
'What are you doing now child?' He growled at her and she smiled sweetly.
'Wondering if you wanted me too knight you Professor' Snape stared at her, it was a rare occasion to be called professor by Dolly for anyone, although nobody could say that it was an honour.
'No thank you, I would rather keep away from you with a sword' He said studying the blade cautiously. Dolly shrugged and started skipping down the hall back the way she came, Snape hoped back to Dumbledore's office to return the sword.
No 10. Offer to knight him.