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Detention

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Just a little disclaimer this uses a selection of script from 'I am not okay with this'. Obviously I don't own any of the rights to that or any of the characters featured in here.

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"Your assignments for the day will be six pages in length along with a five page essay on why the misuse of potions ingredients is so, frowned upon." Snape drawls and I roll my eyes. Eleven pages to finish in one night on top of all my other classes. If I was lucky I could squeeze in an hour of sleep. All because someone took a little bit of virutuserum.

"That is such bullshit." I whisper to myself. Using a muggle term I had heard a Ravenclaw use quite a lot in history of magic last year. Snape stops with his lecture and turns his withering gaze on me.
"Something to share with the class Miss y/l/n?". My throat has become incredibly dry and I swallow nervously.
"No thanks professor." I say masking my emotions with sarcasm. Unfortunately that was the wrong tone to take with the gaunt looking potions professor.
"I believe it was along the lines of, thats bullshit?". He raises an eyebrow at me. All of my classmates attention is locked on me and this little conversation. My cheeks burn red and I try to subtly hide my face with my hair.
"I, might have said something to that affect sir, yes." Snape gives me a smile. A terribly evil smile. He knows exactly what he's going to do with me.
"Detention Miss y/l/n. And 10 points from Slytherin. Anyone wishing to join her?" I look down and avoid the jeers of my housemates. Along with the joyed laughs coming from the Gryffindor's side of the class room.

Suddenly, a textbook is being slammed on the floor.
Making a very loud 'thud'.
I turn to look at the Gryffindor side slowly, assuming it was just an accident. To the entire classes surprise however. A very determined looking Neville is staring down Snape.
"Mr Longbottom?". Snape asks taking a few steps towards him, now towering over the awkward boy.
Nevilles eyes dart around the potions classroom and land on me. Then looks back at Snape.
"Erm.. m-motherfucker?" Neville asks more than tells a very angry potions professor.
"Congratulations, Detention for you too Mr Longbottom." He grins as he walks back towards the front of the class room. While the lesson resumes I turn back towards Neville. He's already staring back at me. I feel my heart beat, just a bit faster than normal, knowing that he had been staring at me.
I smile at him and mouth a 'thank you'. Neville gives me a sheepish smile in return and shrugs. Then we both turn facing the front of the classroom again. And I try to focus on the lesson.

"You'll be cleaning out cauldrons today." Snape sneers at the two of us. We look over to the pile of cauldrons that needed cleaning, it almost touches the ceiling.
"How many-" Neville begins to ask but I already know the answer.
"All of them Mr Longbottom." My head of house snaps as if inconvenienced by the very obvious question.
"Anymore stupid questions need answering?" He asks staring down his nose at us. Neville has turned very very white and can only manage a shake of his head.
"No professor." I answer looking down at the floor.
"Then I suggest, you get started." Flourishing his cloak the potions professor retreats to his office closing the door behind him.

Neville let's out a sigh of relief, as I make my way over to the cauldrons.
"I can see why your boggart turned into him, he's downright terrifying." I say absentmindedly.  Wishing being a Slytherin came with a bit of  favouritism from Snape.
"Does everyone know about that?" Neville asks his cheeks flushing as he comes over to the pile and begins grabbing cauldrons from the top. I finally take notice of how tall the boy standing beside me is. He can reach the top of the pile with ease, where as I had to almost jump to grab one.
"I think so, sorry." I respond.
"Oh." The boy says somewhat sadly. He must have taken notice of our height difference as well. As he begins handing cauldron to me two or three at a time so I can set them in a pile by the rinse bin.