American Beauty (Harry Potter Various x reader)

Chapter 3: Spotlight, Moonlight

Y/n's detention was to clean all of Professor Snape's jars, which would have been fine if she didn't have the teacher breathing down her neck the whole time.

Y/n rinsed out a jar, placing it aside and glancing towards the desk where Snape sat, grading papers.

"So...did you go here when you were a teenager?" Y/n asked, not liking the silence. Snape let out an inaudible sigh.

"Yes." He growled on his low monotone.

"Cool, cool... were you a loser?"

"just do your job y/l/n." Snape quickly interjected, her dark eyes glaring at the girl. Y/n's grin grew as she turned away from the sink to face the Professor while cleaning a jar.

"So you were a loser. You know, that makes you way more likable. Like, you were bullied when in high school and now you're a dick to everyone. But than later you have a redemption arch of some kind." Snape tried his best to ignore y/n's jabber, furiously writing. "Are you married? Because sometimes the loser marries the popular girl who turns out to become a smoking, drinking train wreck. Maybe that just happens in America."

Snape slammed down his quill, turning to glare at y/n.

"Stay silent or you get another week of detention!" Y/n nodded, going back to cleaning in silence, seeming unfazed by Snapes outbursts.

after almost a half hour y/n spoke again. She had balanced a jar full of an odd green liquid on her head and was doing a weird dance for no particular reason.

"Hey Snape... how long do you think I could do this before the jar falls? Ten bucks I last five minutes." Snape looked over at her and closed his eyes for a second just to see if he was hallucinating or not.

After a minute he opened his eyes only to see y/n sticking out her tongue and balancing a second jar on top of the first. And right there, just for a second he almost smiled. Almost. She just looked so stupid. There was no other way to say it.

"Get back to work." He ordered, looking away from her and going back to grading. Y/n frowned, removing the jars from her head.

"You're no fun. Even McGonagall is chiller than you and she has the emotional range of a snail." Y/n scratched her cheek before freezing, a smirk stretching over her lips. "Hey Professor, I bet by the end of the year I can make you smile. 100 bucks. Or whatever currency you use." This little bet caught Snape's attention and he looked up.

"....fine." Y/n gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Holy crap. Really?! Yes! Wow!" Y/n cheered.

"Calm down. Your detention is over. Go to bed."

It has been a week since y/n joined Hogwarts and the day the names were to be chosen from the goblet had arrived. The whole school was abuzz with talking and excitement and in the very center of it was y/n.

She had become the talking point of everyone since she was an already confirmed contestant in the tournament. Most people talked about who and who couldn't take her in a fight. Most people thought she was pretty powerful though they had never seen her actually use magic.

Others thought she was a complete push over that would probably end up in last place. But y/n had prepared. She had been using all her possible free time practicing for the tournament.

She had learned every curse and enchantment she could remember and even got a note from Dumbledore to go in the restricted section. There she got every book she could find on the most powerful spells and had admittedly stayed up a full night learning them.