"Page one five nine. The Draught of Dry Water. This for those like Longbottom, who can't perform a simple water repelling charm. That is if they can brew this tricky potion." Snape smirked as a groan went through the class. "You have one hour." Another groan.
"Preserved grease. Where are we supposed to get that from? I didn't even know it existed! " Harry muttered
"Well look no further." Malfoy nodded towards Snape, who was pacing round the front of the classroom. "He could sell his own for a living. 'Snape's preserved grease' I doubt anyone would buy it. Who would buy part of him? " Harry smirked "The Dursleys probably would. They'd say they only want the best. But I guess with grease, you can only get the worst. And the source i-"
"Right behind you. Detention Potter. And you Malfoy. My office at 6. You require only your wands. "
Draco chuckled "I wonder if he's going for the 'Greasiest Slimeball' prize. He'd win no doubt. "
"Enter"
He pushed open the door. "Potter. Malfoy. I take it you know why you're here. You will be going through all Madam Pomfrey's medical records. If they are blots in the ink you will rewrite them. If you do not finish tonight, you will come back tomorrow. If you do not finish tomorrow you will come back again on Friday. Understood? I will leave you to it. "He turned and slammed the door behind him.
"What year shall we start on? 1972. That's the earliest. My parents were in their second year. So was Snape." Harry said. He pulled out the first record.
"Date: 11th December 1972
Name: Frank Longbottom.
Incident: Slipped on an icy puddle of water and knocked head on rock. Fainted.
Cure: Rest and headache ointment.
Looks like Neville wasn't the only clumsy one in the family! "Harry started copying out Frank's record again as it had been smudged. Draco reached for a record.
"Benjy Fenwick. 13th December 1972. Fell off his broom during Quidditch. That's boring. "He then started copying it out again. After several boring records stating people choking on pumpkin juice, doing spells with broken wands or people accidentally transfiguring their partner's nose into a pincushion, Draco read aloud
"19th March 1973. Severus Snape. Accidentally spillt the Draught of Living Death over his hand. Hasn't been able to feel it for the past 3 hours. Cure: Wiggenweld Potion. Hahaha. I would have paid to see that!"
"Same! Look at this one! Lily Evans. Ran round a corner and bumped heads with James Potter. Severe headache. Then; James Potter. Ran round a corner and bumped into Lily Evans. Severe headache. If I get headaches that easily, I'd spend my entire time with the Dursleys with a 'severe' headache!"
The next 2 hours passed faster than Harry would have thought, considering it was a detention. But there were some really stupid reasons for why people came to Madame Pomfrey. And when Snape came in again, he looked disappointed that they'd finished.