Lies

Rock Cakes? More Like Just 'Rock'

Snape became confused as to why I was staring back and blinked! I'm llama-epic. And that's seriously epic.

He looked away, obviously freaking out inside, and was about to speak when I burst out-

"YO. SNAPEY-POODLE. I WON. TAKE THAT!" He winced as I yelled, seeing as he was right in front of my desk thingy. I was gonna say 'Beotch' at the end, but decided against it for once.

He GLAAARED. "Don't. Call. Me. That. You will treat me with the respect I deserve as a teacher!" he bellowed. Shrugs for every bug!

"You don't deserve it as a person," I said nonchalantly, as everyone drew a sharp intake of breath. He narrowed his eyes. "From what I've heard, you don't respect your students, and right now you're living up to what people have said to me, so far. If you don't treat us with respect, why should we treat you respectfully?" He looked like he was going to blow his top by now, and everyone else was on the edge of their seats.

"Detention, Cortel," he spat spitefully.

"Potter!" he barked suddenly, desperately wanting to change topic. The class jumped. I almost answered him, too. What fun that would be if I did...

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry and Ron looked stumped, but Hermione's hand was raised high. I rolled my eyes.

"Amateur question," I muttered. It made the Draught of Living Death, which is a sixth-year potion. Technically, that was an unfair thing to ask.

How do you know this?

Beats me...

"I don't know, sir," Harry said respectfully. Ew.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut-- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Git," I muttered again. He pretended not to have heard, but the whole class chuckled except for Hermione (why do I even bother saying that?). So, he obviously heard, and obviously chose to ignore me.

"Let's try again." There was more venom in his voice now, more than Mrs. Phatlog's. Wow, gotta say, I'm impressed. "Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" The answer immediately popped into my head, but so did a smart-aleck one. "You're cupboard!" I answered for Harry. That would be soo cool if Hazza and I could like communicate in our minds... Then we'd be telapathetic! YEA!

The entire class giggled, and even Hermione cracked a smile. Snape ignored me, again. Ugh.

Hermione was stretching her hand as high as it could possibly go without her standing up; meanwhile, Harry looked like a complete idiot. And he's my brother? Well, actually, he might be smarter than me...

My three friends that were laughing at Harry earlier started shaking with amusement, but quickly stopped as they caught sight of my face. They were still shaking slightly however. THE LLAMAS WILL PUNISH YOU!

Suddenly, the three boys' chairs disappeared, and they fell to the floor with a loud, "Oomph!"

Well, Draco was more like, "AAHHH! MY BUTT!" Told ya the llamas would take revenge.

"Whoops," I giggled out. The entire class, even Hermione, erupted in full-blown hysterics. Snape waved his wand irritably and their chairs reappeared. They quickly clambered up into them, looking flustered, and Draco glared at me. I smiled innocently at him and gave him an evil look, which made him widen his eyes and fall out of his chair again. Skillage.

"I don't know, sir," Harry managed out finally, trying very hard not to laugh.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"