Professor Snape was having a terrible morning, and it wasn't even breakfast yet. Someone broke into the Runes classroom the night before, hid a Boggart in the closet, and set loose 67 doxies. How did he know there were 73 doxies? Because each one took a bite out of his eyelid as he tried to capture it, and Madame Pomfrey had to danced each wound separately. And comment annoyingly about how Professor Moody would've had the room cleared out with 2 waves of a wand.
It took forever to get out of the infirmary, and by then Professor Snape was in a foul mood. Luckily, he knew how to improve it: by finding the culprits and making him, her or them pay. Snape had overheard some students giggling in the hallways the other day about Lily May's stash of doxy eggs, so he had a good idea of who to interrogate first. Unfortunately for him, but rather fortunately for Lily May, the common room password had recently been changed to Edinburgh Electrics, so Snape couldn't enter. Helga Hufflepuff looked up from her portrait and laughed at the cursing, frustrated Professor.
The old Professor Snape would have thrown a hissy fit at being taunted by a mere portrait, and blasted the thing all the way into the 4th floor girl's bathroom. The new Professor Snape went to -16 weeks of Anger Management classes, punched a lot of pillows, and took up knit. And started subscribing to the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes catalogue.
Professor Snape's first class off the day was runes with the 3rd year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw. It took them 2 hours to clean up after the entire carton of Moody that went off and clung to their robes, schoolbooks, and any exposed flesh. The students all knew that Lily May was planning to do something in runes to get Professor Snape, so everyone blamed (him/her) for the prank and gave (him/her) the cold shoulder for 17 days, until Enna Kirts blew up the transfiguration classroom with a misplaced charm and became the new pariah-of-the-hour.
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