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Post by winky22 on Jan 25, 2006 14:11:12 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.
"Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying
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Post by cissy on Jan 27, 2006 0:44:09 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.
"Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying "Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
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Post by billywiggy on Jan 27, 2006 1:38:41 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.
"Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying "Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming, "Troll! In the dungeon!"
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Post by MandyB on Jan 27, 2006 14:27:43 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.
"Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying "Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming, "Troll! In the dungeon!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late for class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
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Post by winky22 on Jan 28, 2006 16:10:48 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.
"Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying "Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming, "Troll! In the dungeon!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late for class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to to your common rooms" shouts Snape Jnr. With that the class soon disapeared and Snape Jnr made his way to the dungeon.
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Post by cissy on Jan 31, 2006 1:06:27 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?"
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.
"Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming, "Troll! In the dungeon!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late for class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to to your common rooms" shouts Snape Jnr. With that the class soon disapeared and Snape Jnr made his way to the dungeon.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
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Post by giggin on Feb 2, 2006 18:29:54 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. "Whats your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwartsl his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too who he was Named after. "Sorry sir Peeves wouldn't let me past the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me" He said Lying "Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it. Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming, "Troll! In the dungeon!" Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late for class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!" "Everyone back to to your common rooms" shouts Snape Jnr. With that the class soon disapeared and Snape Jnr made his way to the dungeon. Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush. His nickname for her was Quiggin . What he didn't know was that she fantsied him as well ! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her though, but not to worry, Valentines day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
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Post by TigerSnake on Feb 2, 2006 18:43:22 GMT -5
I edited a few things: spelling errors, missing quotation marks, missing commas, and obvious grammar errors. Sorry, but I want to be a writer. LOL
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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
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Post by MandyB on Feb 2, 2006 23:14:22 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
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Post by TigerSnake on Feb 3, 2006 17:27:56 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think it better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
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Post by giggin on Feb 3, 2006 21:24:20 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
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Post by TigerSnake on Feb 3, 2006 22:04:37 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
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Post by winky22 on Feb 4, 2006 13:33:11 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear are you ok? As the situation made you ill are you ok" He said despearatly. She looked into his eyes those deep dark pools she cold just jump into and lent forward to him so there faces where nearly touching.
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Post by TigerSnake on Feb 4, 2006 16:58:21 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? As the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said despearatly. She looked into his eyes those deep dark pools she could just jump into and lent forward to him so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drew up a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
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Post by giggin on Feb 4, 2006 23:11:19 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? Has the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said desperately. She looked into his eyes, those deep dark pools she could just jump into, and lent forward to him, so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drawn a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
And as Snape Jr. helped Quiggin gently back onto her feet, glaring into her eyes, with a chuckle and a smirk on his face, he replied, "but aren't you allergic to breath mints?"
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Post by cissy on Feb 5, 2006 0:32:18 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? Has the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said desperately. She looked into his eyes, those deep dark pools she could just jump into, and lent forward to him, so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drawn a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
And as Snape Jr. helped Quiggin gently back onto her feet, glaring into her eyes, with a chuckle and a smirk on his face, he replied, "but aren't you allergic to breath mints?"
Quiggin could have smacked herself--she should have kissed him, not said something silly like that!
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Post by TigerSnake on Feb 5, 2006 12:00:35 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? Has the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said desperately. She looked into his eyes, those deep dark pools she could just jump into, and lent forward to him, so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drawn a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
And as Snape Jr. helped Quiggin gently back onto her feet, glaring into her eyes, with a chuckle and a smirk on his face, he replied, "but aren't you allergic to breath mints?"
Quiggin could have smacked herself--she should have kissed him, not said something silly like that!
"Oh yeah!" she said, as they headed for the stairs. She felt stupid, but here she saw another chance of doing something.
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Post by giggin on Feb 5, 2006 20:33:38 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? Has the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said desperately. She looked into his eyes, those deep dark pools she could just jump into, and lent forward to him, so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drawn a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
And as Snape Jr. helped Quiggin gently back onto her feet, glaring into her eyes, with a chuckle and a smirk on his face, he replied, "but aren't you allergic to breath mints?"
Quiggin could have smacked herself--she should have kissed him, not said something silly like that!
"Oh yeah!" she said, as they headed for the stairs. She felt stupid, but here she saw another chance of doing something.
As they made their way up the stairs, Quiggin decided to do something nobody had ever done before, other than his mother, Qwinky, she said, "thank you for escorting me safely to my office Severus, you have such a kind heart!" Just then, Snape Jr. froze, smiled, his eyes lit up, his heart skipped a beat, hearing himself being called by his first name by someone other than his mother. Quiggin didn't realize the effect this would have on him!
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Post by MandyB on Feb 6, 2006 0:37:47 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? Has the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said desperately. She looked into his eyes, those deep dark pools she could just jump into, and lent forward to him, so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drawn a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
And as Snape Jr. helped Quiggin gently back onto her feet, glaring into her eyes, with a chuckle and a smirk on his face, he replied, "but aren't you allergic to breath mints?"
Quiggin could have smacked herself--she should have kissed him, not said something silly like that!
"Oh yeah!" she said, as they headed for the stairs. She felt stupid, but here she saw another chance of doing something.
As they made their way up the stairs, Quiggin decided to do something nobody had ever done before, other than his mother, Qwinky, she said, "thank you for escorting me safely to my office Severus, you have such a kind heart!" Just then, Snape Jr. froze, smiled, his eyes lit up, his heart skipped a beat, hearing himself being called by his first name by someone other than his mother. Quiggin didn't realize the effect this would have on him!
"I don't know what to say," Snape Jr said in a desperate attempt to hold back his true feelings. "You're welcome, Professor Tonks-Lupin."
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Post by TigerSnake on Feb 6, 2006 8:07:21 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 that a dungbomb? I thought you could 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 it was you. Did you take a bath this morning? You do know what one of those 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 Gryffindor for insulting a Professor 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 rip 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 miserable 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 had a tendency to speak when she was not suppose to, so I have been told. 10 points from Gryffindor." Just then there was a knock on the door.
Severus turned his attention from 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.
"What's your reason in being late, Longbottom?" Frank Longbottom was the coolest kid at Hogwarts; his father was one of the best Aurors the ministry had and his grandfather too, whom he was named after. "Sorry, sir, Peeves wouldn't let me pass the great hall or he was going to throw Dungbombs at me," he said lying.
"Nice try, Longbottom, but you are still late, so that is another ten points lost from Gryffindor," said Snape Jr. with a smirk, as he turned towards the blackboard, which now had the instructions for the Boil-Begone potion on it.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and a large figure loomed in the doorway, screaming: "Troll! In the dungeons!"
Jenna Malfoy-Parkinson, the daughter of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, opened the door. "Troll! In the dungeon! Professor Snape, I'm sorry for being late to class, but there's a troll in the dungeon!"
"Everyone back to your common rooms" shouted Snape Jr. With that the class soon disappeared and Snape Jr made his way to the dungeons.
Just outside the dungeons, he met Elladora Tonks-Lupin, the charmingly lovely Transfiguration teacher, on whom he had a gigantic crush.
His nickname for her was Quiggin. What he didn't know was that she fancied him as well! Snape Jr. was too shy to make any moves on her, though, but not to worry: Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, and he was planning something to try and grab her attention.
"I'll accompany you to your office," said Snape Jr. in a shy tone of voice. "You shouldn't be alone here," he said this last statement in a powerful voice.
"Thank you very much," the beautiful Quiggin said. She wanted to tell him how much she fancied him, but she was starting to get nervous being around him. Snape Jr. didn't know she was starting to get nervous. Quiggin was thankful for that.
Thinking she was scared, Snape Jr. grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her to the stairs. "I think its better if we leave the dungeons, let Headmistress Trelawney take care of it."
As he escorted her to her office, away from the danger of the troll, Snape Jr. had no idea, Quiggin was thinking, he was the only person with whom she had ever felt safe.
"Oh if only I could do something to let him know how I feel," she thought. "I know! I'll pretend to faint! Due to the 'danger.'" She slightly giggled.
She fell to the floor. "Oh my dear, are you ok? Has the situation made you ill, are you ok," he said desperately. She looked into his eyes, those deep dark pools she could just jump into, and lent forward to him, so there faces where nearly touching.
She had drawn a blank. "Breath mint?" she asked.
And as Snape Jr. helped Quiggin gently back onto her feet, glaring into her eyes, with a chuckle and a smirk on his face, he replied, "but aren't you allergic to breath mints?"
Quiggin could have smacked herself--she should have kissed him, not said something silly like that!
"Oh yeah!" she said, as they headed for the stairs. She felt stupid, but here she saw another chance of doing something.
As they made their way up the stairs, Quiggin decided to do something nobody had ever done before, other than his mother, Qwinky, she said, "Thank you for escorting me safely to my office Severus, you have such a kind heart!" Just then, Snape Jr. froze, smiled, his eyes lit up, his heart skipped a beat, hearing himself being called by his first name by someone other than his mother. Quiggin didn't realize the effect this would have on him!
"I don't know what to say," Snape Jr said in a desperate attempt to hold back his true feelings. "You're welcome, Professor Tonks-Lupin."
"Oh my goodness," Quiggin thought, "did he just call me by my last name?!"
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