Rose Between Two Thorns.

Chapter 7

"I am sufficed to say that most of you managed to pass your essays with so much as an A, and the rest of you need to learn the differences between Flobberworm Mucus and Horklump Juices" Snape sneers as he walks around the cold and dreary room, passing out our marked homework. His lip curled up in disgust as he handed back mine. "I don't care if you didn't have time to do a good job, but I do expect you to at least make decent attempt to complete your essays."

Blearily, I look at the corner of my essay to unhappily see an untidy D scribbled in the corner. My shoulders slump and my head crashes onto the table in front of me.

"You okay Tabs?" Fred asks worryingly. I mumble inaudible words in response.

"Oh look, our volunteer champion is crying," Weslin, a Slytherin cries to his friends who laugh and snigger in response "How sad and pathetic"

"Detention Weslin, Comby and Randall, my office Friday after dinner." Snapes smooth voice comes from the front of the class. "Granger, sit up and at least try to pay attention"

I sit up, and rub my eyes. Yawning, I start writing down the day's work.

Task Today

Is to write a short essay on two ingredients of your choice, and what they do in the making of a Swelling Potion. 1000 words minimum.

Ingredients

Bat Spleens

Dried Nettles

Pufferfish Eyes

"You call 1000 words a short essay?" George cries out.

"If you like I can make it longer Weasley" Snape says, no emotion colouring his voice. George opens his mouth to reply when there is a loud knock on the door.

"Come in" Snape commands. The door opens to reveal a small boy, a first year standing there.

"Pincefold, if this is about your detention, I suggest you get out of my classroom and wait until class has finished" Snape snarls. The boy walks in the room, and up to Snape. He holds a piece of parchment in his trembling hands, and Snape glares at him.

"What is this? A poor invitation to a summer party?" he sneers. A majority of the class laughs, as he opens the parchment, his black eyes glittering as he scans the writing.

"Well, well, well," he mutters "Granger, pack your things, you need to visit the headmaster" I look up from my book in bewilderment.

"What did I do now?" I ask

"I don't know Granger, what did you do" he sarcastically muses. A few people laugh. Rolling my eyes, I pack my things into my bag and start to follow the boy from the dull room.

"Diffendo" I hear, before my bag falls to the ground, its seams split everywhere and everything I had neatly packed into it, spreading across the concrete floor. I fall to the ground, picking up my books and trying to catch numerous notes while the class laughs at my misfortune.

"What the hell Randall" Someone shouts. Someone runs over to me and helps me pick up the remainder of my things, as I repair a broken inkpot and my bag. Placing the last book into my bag, I look up to see a familiar pair of brown eyes looking at me.

"Thanks Fred" I whisper. I lean up and kiss his cheek before standing up and walking out of the classroom. Before I shut the door, I silently cast a spell on the three boys and Snape, just because. Roars of laughter ensue as the door shuts.

Smirking, I run to catch up with Pincefold, as he rounds a corner.

"So what did you do to get detention?" I try to make conversation.