Vanilla Twilight: Chances Are?

The Jag and the Sachet

The next morning I woke up early to drink my last blood pack. I just can’t take my thirst.

I wonder if I can ask Snape to give me some blo-. What the hell am I thinking!? "Damn it!" I said rather a little louder.

"Oi! Lex, it’s still early don’t cuss" said Kristen a little sleepy.

I glanced at my clock, 6:45. I want to have some fresh air before breakfast. After a while I found myself sitting near the Black Lake. Thinking about the blood problem.

"Lexie!" I looked up to see Kristen and Ken standing in front of me.

"Is something wrong?" Kristen asked.

"No. Why do you say that?"

"Because you missed Transfiguration and Arithmancy."

My eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, I lost track of time."

"Yeah. You were absorbed in your own world again." Ken sniggered.

"Shut up"

"Come on its almost lunch time!" Kristen said.

"Hey I have a plan in our double potions to make our class interesting." I heard Ken whispered to Kristen.

Oh no sounds trouble.

When I looked at them they were giggling. That’s a bad sign.

I sipped my juice," seriously don’t you have enough of Filch in detention?"

They looked at me as if I'm crazy. "Alexandra Jade, dear. It’s nothing compared to our art. Besides, Filch is not that bad, we love him. That is why we always piss him off." he said sardonically. I just shook my head.

We went together to the dungeons for our potions with the Slytherins. The smile of my two best friends scares me. I know they will be in trouble again.

I am about to sit in the farthest corner of the room when Kristen dragged me with them to the center. Oh men.

Is it just me or the dungeon is s bit colder than usual? The door opened with a thud and Professor Snape entered and closes the door with a bang. Oh its not me, its Snape, he brought in the cold atmosphere. The class fell silent that instant.

"Turn your books to page three hundred eight. You will be brewing Shrinking Potion." He sat in his chair behind his desk. A scowl in his face. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

The class is already scampering through the book and ingredients.

An hour later, I glanced at Ken and Kristen. What the? They are already done with their potion. Smiling madly at each other. Kristen holding a bottle that shrunk because of the potion. I stared at them curiously.

Ken holding a vial of his potion, while Kristen holding the small bottle and a vial of her potion as they walked towards the teacher's table. Snape looked up from the Daily Prophet and raised an eyebrow.

"We are done Sir." the whole class diverted their attention to Ken and Kristen.

She didn’t give Snape a time to react. "We will test it for you Sir," Kristen said while wearing a big smile. Before Snape can say anything, Kristen lay the bottle in the desk and Ken poured his potion to it. The bottle grew as big as jag size with a ribbon. I supress a giggle, while my classmates are staring in horror. It’s not the bottle's size that bothered us, but the label. LOREAL SHAMPOO.

Before I could burst into laughter, Kristen said, "Ken, you are embarrassing Snape, now the other students know what the git wished last Christmas. Isn't it why you made us brew Shrinking Potion, to easily hide your Christmas gift from us, right Snape?" With that I burst into hysterical laugh. And it was very contagious, the whole class burst into laughter, even the Slytherin.

"50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR. ONE MONTH DETENTION WITH MR. FILCH BOTH OF YOU OUT!"

The class instantly fell silent with fright. The face of Snape is very scary, even Voldemort will run in fright, but since his dead, when he sees this look he will wish to remain dead. With a flick of his wand the shampoo vanished.

Ken and Kristen also run in fright as they saw the murderous look of the Potions Master.

The class resumed shakily in brewing their potions. Snape on the other hand, roam around the room deducting points here and there, even from his own house. He's beyond pissed, I can tell.

I accidentally glanced at the station of Ken and Kristen and picked up a sachet. My face instantly turns red as tomato as I muffle a laugh. It was a hair conditioner. I bit my tongue to suppress another laugh threatening to burst.

Then a cold hand held my hand, with the conditioner, tightly, it hurts.

I turned my head sideways and the color in my face drained. My eyes widened in horror. My hands now trembling and sweating in fear. Normally I would not feel fear but lately I haven't have blood to drink, so I am feeling really weak and scared beyond normal or maybe I am really scared and finding an excuse to cover it up, but either way I’m dead.

"I didn't" Snape is glaring at me murderously. He leaned closer in my ears and said with a very cold voice that made me shiver," Detention with me tonight and the rest of the week. Including weekends." he said through gritted teeth.

He waved his wand and the sachet instantly burn in my hand making me gasp and throw it in the air.

Snape walked back to his chair. The whole class looking at me questioning and confused. I just gave them a shrug.

The bell rang, at last. I walked to his desk trembling with fear like the rest of the class. We wouldn't approach him now if it weren't for submitting our potions.

I was pushed and pushed behind. Making me last to leave the classroom. Great. Just Great.

I hurriedly give my potion to leave, before he said with venom, "Detention right after dinner in my office."

Ken. Kristen. I'm gonna kill you.

Dinner in the Gryffindor and Slytherin Tables is rather quiet than usual.

No student in the last class of potions dares to glance in the high table nor are we in the mood to talk feisty. Scared of the wrath of the Evil Potions Master.

"Cheer up, Lexie. It’s not that bad. He will just make you write lines." said Kristen.

"or clean cauldrons." Ken added. Kristen glared at him and instantly shut up.

"Lucky you, it’s with Filch." I sulk.

"We should have included the conditioner and said that it is a New Year’s gift." Kristen joked.

I smiled not feeling too bad like before. That would be hilarious.

I eat dinner as if there is no tomorrow and changed muggle clothes in our room. I bid goodbye to everyone as if I’m walking into my own funeral.