Characters/Pairing: Severus Snape, miscellaneous
Rating: PG, for now
Word count: Drabble series; 200 in this installment
Summary: Reasons why Severus Snape hates the class of ’98 that have little or nothing to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: Something I thought of several months ago that I decided to open up and play with. Future installments to be expected, and suggestions for future episodes are welcome. Un-betaed.
“Miss Brown, those shoes are inappropriate for this class,” Severus Snape said.
She looked at her heeled Mary Janes. “Oh, they’re within school requirements, Professor!” she protested. And they were – barely.
“Miss Brown –” Severus stopped. Very well. If he sent her to change, she’d simply procrastinate so she didn’t return until the end of class. Perhaps nothing would happen.
A shriek sounded halfway through class. Severus stalked over and saw Lavender Brown had managed to spill half-finished potion onto the tops of her feet.
“Next time, Miss Brown, wear dragonhide boots,” he said. “You may go to the infirmary.”
Everyone sympathized with Severus about Longbottom and the boy’s cauldron-melting tendencies.
Everyone commiserated with each other, however, about Seamus Finnegan and his blowing-everything-up tendencies. In Transfiguration, in Charms, even one memorable time in Herbology that left Pomona appalled at the carnage.
Severus didn’t know what the boy’s eyebrows looked like until the first week after the first Christmas break.
But potions were even more volatile. Somehow, Severus wasn’t surprised when he ended up with a face-full of Cheering Draught one day – possibly the most innocuous potion in existence, not a sensitive ingredient in it.
The semi-hysterical giggle wasn’t entirely potion-induced.