Snow Day

Chapter 69: Harry Potter and the Evil Positions Professor of Darkness

Riley, not sure where she was going, followed her sister down a dark and gloom-looking hallway. Eventually coming to a brown, dark-wood-looking door. "Well, here we are" She announced, holding the door for her sister as they both walked in.

"Ahhh, Miss Riley" the Professor said in a rather expressionless, monotoned, voice. "The others informed me on your... your, ummm— condition... the last student I taught with this same condition was rather gifted; we shall see if you can even compare to her level of giftedness" his words were cold and firm, and his eyes shot daggers through her. Riley starred at him through out of the corners of her eyes until she reach her seat. Her sister took the seat next to her, the two sat in silence for a long time until Sophia leaned over and whispered.

"I can help you if you want, Riley" she gave a quick smile. Riley just starred down at the floor, why, Oh why, did she have to take this class? She thought. Why couldn't she have stayed in Charms class with her favorite Professor? Nevertheless, she thought she'd as might as well suck it up and at least pretend to be interested.

"Everyone, turn to page 394" Immediately Riley took off her blue backpack that she had decided to bring with her from her muggle world— it still housed everything she had brought with her from her other home, but now, it also housed everything she might need in the Wizarding World as well.

Taking out the necessary material that she needed, and slinging the rest of her backpack over a chair she had found that sat still in a corner. She thought sitting on the stools there was sure to trigger an unpleasant reaction: therefore, her only other options that she could see as being possible were: just to simply stand or to pull up that blue chair that way holding here backpack and sit down that way, both would be taking a huge chance with the Professor.

Unsure of what to do, Riley just stood— feet firmly planted on the floor. Looking around nervously, "Miss Riley, what is the meaning of this utterly unconventional interruption" Professor Snape hissed, sinisterly as that of a mere snake, daggering eyes acting as some sort of a severe and sinister poison.

"Ummm, pardon me Professor" she squeaked. Suddenly feeling smaller than ever before,

"Hmmm... get on with it you retched girl— or are you trying to get me fire?"

"Ummm, no sir..." she gulped. "I— I just wanted to say... that I, I- I, don't feel comfortable sitting on this, this, rickety, old, black stool".

"... and why not?" his eyes narrowed angrily.

"Well, I just— C... Cerebral Palsy, A... Anxiety, B... B- Balance I... I- I... I- S- U- E- S".

"I don't want to here it" Professor Snape snapped. Putting his hand up, as a means of shushing the young girl.

"But- But... ummm—- but..." she stammered, tears filling her eyes.

"Hmmm... no, no— this little back-talking brat won't due"

"But... I, I just, I—" she lowered her head in utter defeat.

"No, perhaps the headmaster can deal with you... in a way that I can't" he finished, glaring at the door.