Lily-Ann

"out, now!" He said barly above a whisper; but for some reason it was more scary, more dangerous then it would have been if he was shouting.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I said remembering what I had just witnessed only a few moments before. The fire, the students shouts and screams and they ran in every direction. The look on professor Snape's face when he looked at me thinking I had started it when it was really my friend who would now be in a lot of trouble for running off with the other students leaving only me to take the blame. I remembered professor Snape trying to put the fire out with his wand, and the completely burnt classroom when he finally did.
I looked at my arm wich still throbbed from where the professor had grabbed it pulling me out of the room and into his office. Then looking up I met the eyes of professor Snape, my farther.