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Post by cissy on Jan 21, 2006 0:39:21 GMT -5
Ok, so I kind of snitched this idea from a thread in the Quidditch Pitch over on CoS. But I thought we'd have much more fun here. We shall write a Harry Potter story, one sentence at a time. Copy the previous sentence, and add your own. (I thought about doing just one word at a time, which would be great to up one's postcount, but it would take forever to finish!). I'll get us started out.
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom.
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Post by giggin on Jan 21, 2006 1:00:06 GMT -5
Great idea cissy! Sounds very fun!
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
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Post by occy on Jan 21, 2006 1:02:09 GMT -5
ive tried to get this going elsewhere - lets hope it works here One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years. Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
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Post by allegro on Jan 21, 2006 4:09:21 GMT -5
"Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken", said Snape maliciously.
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Post by occy on Jan 21, 2006 4:32:50 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
"Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken", said Snape maliciously.
"No sir" Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, "I think it was that boy there."
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Post by giggin on Jan 21, 2006 10:06:46 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
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Post by MandyB on Jan 21, 2006 12:06:40 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom."
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Post by winky22 on Jan 21, 2006 12:21:09 GMT -5
Great idea Cissy ;D
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Just i thought now we have created Harry Potter's son what are we calling him?
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Post by cissy on Jan 22, 2006 0:36:46 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
(I thought that would be a good name for the Son of the Boy Who Lived. Thoughts?)
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Post by allegro on Jan 22, 2006 5:10:40 GMT -5
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape. (I adore the names ) He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
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Post by occy on Jan 22, 2006 8:23:05 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
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Post by winky22 on Jan 22, 2006 15:58:01 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky ;D, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins
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Post by MandyB on Jan 22, 2006 19:52:27 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
"Well," Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
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Post by cissy on Jan 24, 2006 0:01:58 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
"Well," Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air.
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Post by billywiggy on Jan 24, 2006 0:12:57 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
"Well," Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air.
Snape Jr. strode past the girl, ignoring her completely. "Anyone? No one? Not one of you knows? I see we have the usual dunderheads this year."
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Post by fallingrock on Jan 24, 2006 0:17:44 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
"Well," Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air. "This is just too perfect," Professor Snape thought, "It's not bad enough I have the spawn of Harry Potter in my class, but I also have his cousin, Harriet Molly Weasley, who has seemed to inherited her mother's know-it-all tendencies."
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Post by cissy on Jan 24, 2006 1:07:39 GMT -5
*ok, getting all the sentences in a row now*
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night".
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
"Well," Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air.
Snape Jr. strode past the girl, ignoring her completely. "Anyone? No one? Not one of you knows? I see we have the usual dunderheads this year."
"This is just too perfect," Professor Snape thought, "It's not bad enough I have the spawn of Harry Potter in my class, but I also have his cousin, Harriet Molly Weasley, who has seemed to inherited her mother's know-it-all tendencies."
*ok--all sentenced there! continue on!*
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Post by giggin on Jan 24, 2006 7:28:01 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night."
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
Well,Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air.
Snape Jr. strode past the girl, ignoring her completely. "Anyone? No one? Not one of you knows? I see we have the usual dunderheads this year."
"This is just too perfect", Professor Snape thought, "It's not bad enough I have the spawn of Harry Potter in my class", but I also have his cousin, Harriet Molly Weasley, who has seemed to inherited her mother's know-it-all tendencies.
Then, out of nowhere, a little singing like voice started out, "Sir, a Boil Begone Potion is created by mixing two drops of lizard mucous, and four dollops of bonbons...only you have to make sure you nurture the lizard for one week, before secreting the mucous or it will be stressed, and only reverse the potion by causing Boils instead of curing them."
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Post by winky22 on Jan 24, 2006 13:07:44 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night."
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
Well,Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air.
Snape Jr. strode past the girl, ignoring her completely. "Anyone? No one? Not one of you knows? I see we have the usual dunderheads this year."
"This is just too perfect", Professor Snape thought, "It's not bad enough I have the spawn of Harry Potter in my class", but I also have his cousin, Harriet Molly Weasley, who has seemed to inherited her mother's know-it-all tendencies.
Then, out of nowhere, a little singing like voice started out, "Sir, a Boil Begone Potion is created by mixing two drops of lizard mucous, and four dollops of bonbons...only you have to make sure you nurture the lizard for one week, before secreting the mucous or it will be stressed, and only reverse the potion by causing Boils instead of curing them."
"How like your mother you are Weasley, she also and a tendincy to speak when she was not supose to so i have been told 10 points from Gryfindor" Just then there was a knock on the door.
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Post by MandyB on Jan 25, 2006 11:42:30 GMT -5
One winter morning, Severus Snape walked into his Potions classroom. His mysterious eyes sweeping through the rows of heads, belonging to countless first years.
Breathing their fearful scent through large elongated nostrils the professor caught a strange smell, one that he did not immediately recognise, but one that was not unfamiliar.
Goyle! Is it a dungbomb? I thought you can be smarter than your older brother but I was - obviously - mistaken, said Snape maliciously.
No sir Grover (or groper as he would become known in later years) Goyle answered stupidly while looking around dully at someone to blame, I think it was that boy there.
He pointed over to the front center table, to a small, innocent, dark haired boy, with an unmistakable scar on his forehead.
Snape looked towards the boy; for it was the son of the famous wizard Harry Potter. "Potter," he said with his usual snarl. "Tell me why this fowl odor is blowing through this classroom.
"Sorry sir when you walked past, well i kinda thought is was you did you get a bath this morning? You do know what one of thoses are don't you?" he said laughing but the smile soon was wiped off his face "Potter you are just like your father 50 points from Gyfindor for Insulting a Professer and detention my office friday night."
Sirius James Potter gulped nervously, thinking of what his father would say--after all, he'd warned Sirius about Snape.
He was also afraid that his mother Ginny would ripp his ears off because of the insult.
Snape looked at Potter again with a look of mixed hatred and revulsion because although he had never met the real Harry Potter, His father had told him all about the Potters...and what they had done.
His mother, QWinky, had always told Snape JR to not be as missrable as his father, Snape SNR but he couldn't help it it ran through his veins.
Well,Snape Jr said, eyeing his group of First Year Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Can anyone around here explain how to create a simple Boil Begone Potion?"
A hand belonging to a thin, gangly girl with a head full of bushy bright red hair shot into the air.
Snape Jr. strode past the girl, ignoring her completely. "Anyone? No one? Not one of you knows? I see we have the usual dunderheads this year."
"This is just too perfect", Professor Snape thought, "It's not bad enough I have the spawn of Harry Potter in my class", but I also have his cousin, Harriet Molly Weasley, who has seemed to inherited her mother's know-it-all tendencies.
Then, out of nowhere, a little singing like voice started out, "Sir, a Boil Begone Potion is created by mixing two drops of lizard mucous, and four dollops of bonbons...only you have to make sure you nurture the lizard for one week, before secreting the mucous or it will be stressed, and only reverse the potion by causing Boils instead of curing them."
"How like your mother you are Weasley, she also and a tendincy to speak when she was not supose to so i have been told 10 points from Gryffindor" Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention to the female Gryffindor to the person who had just walked into the classroom. Why can't he just get to class on time, he thought as he watched a boy take a seat next to one of his fellow classmates.
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