I'm baaack~! Did y'all miss me? And yeah, I know, not so good on the updating thing. Sorry. Um. So, distractions in Real Life (which is a very scary thing, stay away from it at all costs), and Junior Year of High School. For those of you lucky enough to not be in the American Education System, most colleges look at Junior Year of High School to see whether or not they'll look at your college application. Basically, it's the hardest year. It sucks. On to the story:
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, therefore I do not own Harry Potter.
14. I will not start every Potions class by asking Professor Snape if today's project is suitable for use as a sexual lubricant.
1st Day of Classes:
"Professor Snape?"
I have found the Irritating Gryffindor. "Yes?" I drawl, putting as much disdain as possible into my voice.
"Is today's project suitable for use as a sexual lubricant?"
Merlin's tailbone! This child isn't just an Irritating Gryffindor-he's a Perverted Irritating Gryffindor!
Last Day of Classes:
The 17-year-old stands in Professor McGonagall's office, directly in front of the portrait of the recently deceased Professor Snape.
"Professor Snape?"
"Yes?"
"Were any of our potions suitable for use as sexual lubricants? Colin always wanted to ask, but he was always too scared."
Um... not my strongest ending. Tell me what ya thought? Also, there should be a few more chapters on the way really soon, if I can just do the next two, I've already got 17 written. Allons-y!