yeah, so, i know this is a pathetic attempt at an update, but i figured that since i have no idea when i'll get around to working on this again, i should at least give you what i have. i hadn't realised that it'd been so long since the last time i updated this... i won't be offended if you hate me for the patheticness. really.

wonder

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Chapter 11

On a cold, wintery day in the middle of November, Harry and Ron watch as Hermione conjures a fire to keep them warm, since she's a super genius and she can do things like that.

Ron: Wow, that was amazing.

Hermione: I know. I am a super genius, afterall.

Ron: Of course. Oh, great, here comes Snape. And he looks upset. Wait, why is he in a wheelchair?

The trio watches as Snape wheels his way over to them. He almost makes it to them, but is suddenly distracted by someone's diamond encrusted watch. He veers to the left to follow the shiny watch for three minutes before he remembers what he is supposed to be doing and turns around and comtinues on his way to visit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Snape: Granger, you are not allowed to conjure fire without adult supervision. If you had cast that spell in the wrong direction, someone could have been seriously injured. Like Harry, for instance. Ten points from Gryffindor.

Harr, Ron, and Hermione stare at Snape for a moment, slightly confused by his actions.

Snape: What? Why are you staring at me like that?

Harry: Um, we were just wondering why you're in a wheelchair, professor.

Snape: Oh, Harry, well, I'm in a wheelchair because I find it's a much more comfotable, and faster, way to travel than walking.

Harry: Oh. I see.

Harry and his friends decide that they should leave before they are completely weirded out by Snape's strange behaviour. Harry picks up his stack of books. One of the books just happens to be Quidditch Through the Ages, a favourite of Snape's.

Snape: Oh! Quidditch Through the Ages! Harry, can I have a look at your book?

Harry is so startled by the random outburst from his normally moody professor that he hands the book over without a second thought.

Snape: Woohoo! I got Harry Potter's book!

Snape then races away in his wheelchair, leaving an entire courtyard of stunned students behind him.

IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit at a table, attempting to complete their homework. Their conversation, however, keeps returning to Snape's actions in the courtyard.

Hermione: I wonder what got into him earlier?

Ron: Who knows. I guess we should be a little bit happy though, since he was actually acting decent to us for once. I mean, I know he took points from us, but at least he wasn't yelling at us or insulting us.

Harry: That's very true.

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yes, that's where it ends for now. 'cause i'm lazy and haven't worked on it for months, and don't know when i will. unless people tell me they want more. if you leave a review, i promise i'll respond. bye for now!