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Title: Reasons Why Severus Snape Hates the Class of ’98 (that have very little to do with Harry Potter) (3)
Characters/Pairing: Severus Snape, Patil twins
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: 1&2. Suggestions welcome.
Everyone expected the Weasley twins to switch places. It was a running gag.
No one expected the Patil twins to do it too.
Severus caught on first, a few months into their first year. Miss Patil of Gryffindor turned in her first perfect potion. As Severus looked up, he knew. Something—the neatly tied-back hair?—clued him in.
“Miss Patil,” he said as she brewed next class.
“Yes, sir?” Eyes widened in that oh-so-innocent way the Gryffindor-Patil affected.
“Miss Padma Patil,” he said, quieter still. “You are excused from class.”
They improved. Even the Gryffindor-Patil wasn’t stupid, as much as she pretended sometimes. Through the years, he identified them from: hair; mannerisms; knife-work; even scent.
They corrected every time, once they figured it out. At some point, it became a challenge for them, he suspected.
“How do ye find out, Severus?” Minerva asked once. He’d mentioned he’d sent Ravenclaw-Patil out of class again. Other staff knew, now, that the twins occasionally did it in their classes too but could rarely catch them.
His mouth opened, closed. There was no way he could tell Minerva McGonagall that he currently caught them because Parvati Patil wore a perkier brassiere than her twin.