Rule : 137. It is a bad idea to tell Professor Snape he takes himself too seriously.

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Ginny Weasley sighed heavily. She sighed at her own stupidity. No, no she didn't she corrected herself, she sighed at these bloody Weasley genes that made sure each and every Weasley got into trouble. She reflected on her family's trouble attracting ways as she scrubbed the bed pans (by hand) at the demand of Professor Snape, his favourite detention punishment apparently.

There was Bill, usually quiet and well behaved, and well he'd been in a few scrapes at school that she was sure their mother wasn't aware of, nor the teaching staff or he'd never have been a prefect. And alcohol intake since had ensured that he had his fair share of moments.

After Bill came Charlie, he was the odd one if you didn't know him, seemingly shy and introverted he had managed to fool everyone into thinking he was a golden boy at school too. Ginny however had heard tales of him in the forbidden forest and something about girl's underwear that she was sure would have cost him his badge had they been discovered.

Percy, well Ginny thought, actually the trouble gene seemed to have bypassed him, the pompous git one had apparently not she snorted as she reached for the next bed pan, wrinkling her nose delicately at the odour that wafted before it. Well he was in trouble all of his own now, without his family he was nothing.

Then the twins, Ginny actually laughed now, the trouble gene seemed to have multiplied in them, without a doubt they were the ones who had it the strongest, and loved every minute of it.

And Ron, the sibling Ginny was closest to in age and in life really, they had stuck together mainly as kids, trying to fend off assault from the twins and their mad ideas, although far from being the protective older brother, Ron had tended to hide behind Ginny when he discovered that their father would give the twins a hiding for making her cry. Ginny as well as Ron exploited this to the full she thought with glee. But that didn't seem to stop him getting into all sorts of trouble at school, a new trauma for each year, usually involving Harry and Hermione too.

And now Ginny, she smiled wryly, it seemed her trouble gene took the form of not being able to keep her thoughts to herself. She finished the last bedpan and sat back on her heels, remembering why she was in detention for Snape in the first place.

"Miss Weasley!" Snape's voice rang out across the dungeon "Is there something you would like to share?"

Ginny went a delicate shade of red before coughing and replying in her most polite voice.

"No Sir" she uttered, there was no way she was going to share the details of her first snog with Harry Potter with Snape, as she had been doing with her potions partner!

"Well kindly shut up and get on with your work" he snapped, continuing on his prowl around the classroom, ignoring him Ginny continued to giggle and twitter with her friend.

"Miss Weasley!" Snape's voice in her ear nearly caused her to take off into orbit "May I ask why you deem it necessary not to take anything in my class seriously?"

"Well Sir" every fibre of Ginny's being screamed at her to SHUT UP but the genes won through "Seeing as you take yourself FAR too seriously, I thought we could have a break"

Snape's face had ranged from his usual deathly pale to a rather unhealthy purple before he had issued her with a detention and scored her work for that lesson as a nil. Harry was right, Snape is definitely a greasy git!

So, Ginny reflected, it is a bad idea to tell Professor Snape he takes himself too seriously, apparently.