Notes: This is going to be a semi-short FredOC story. I don't remember where I got the idea from, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Ignore any errors.
Warning: Cursing and some tragic events
Summary: and so the lion fell in love with the snake
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
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Detention this year: 82 - Me: 0. Detention the past five years: 986 - Me: 2. And it was 2 because I lied twice to get out of detention. I was a good liar. I had to be, but I didn't enjoy it. That's why I had two points and not 1427 - well, 1428 now.
I walked into the empty Potions classroom and sat down at my usual bench. A few moments later, two redheads came in and sat at the table next to me. With their heads bowed together, one pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and they started writing. I rolled my eyes.
Professor Snape came in a moment later. The two (looking at them out of the corner of my eye, I realized they were the twins my friends always talked about) redheads hid their stuff. Snape turned to me.
"Ms. Sparks, why are you not in uniform?"
I glanced down at my pajama pants and tee shirt. "Because I only learned I had detention 5 minutes ago and was all ready for bed. I wasn't going to change, be late, and get another detention."
Snape sneered. "One more won't hurt your record now."
"I'm sure it wouldn't." I agreed sarcastically. "But my father isn't too happy about my detention record.
"If I was your father-"
"If you were my father, I'd kill myself."
Snape sneered again. "You just earned yourself another detention."
"Of course I did." I mumbled, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.
Snape sighed, and directed his attention to the others as well.
"You will be doing lines tonight," the three of us groaned, "You two will be writing I will not throw dungbombs into other students potions and you," he said, looking at me, "will write I will not be a smart mouth with my professors."
Oh, so I can be a smart mouth with my peers then? I almost said out loud, but that might be too much. I didn't need another detention.
Snape went into his office to get the quills, parchment, and ink. I turned to sit sideways, my feet on the chair next to me. I had been in detention enough to know how to get comfortable.
Snape came back and sneezed. He handed out the items and told us to get back to work. He sneezed again.
I will not be a smart mouth with my professors.
Snape sneezed two more times. I suppressed a smile and wrote another line.
"Ms. Sparks, what did you do?"
I looked up, trying to make my face blank. "I did two of my lines."
"You did this to me." He accused.
"I don't even have my wand with me! How am I supposed to do that? I can barely make objects float without a wand!" I argued.
He sneezed in response.
"Besides," I continued, "I literally just sat down no more than a minute before you arrived."
I turned. The twins were defending me . . . wait, the twins were defending me?
"We walked in right behind her," one said.
"She didn't do anything." the other finished.
Snape tried to sneer, but sneezed instead.
"Leave," he told us, "your detention-" sneeze "-will be rescheduled-" sneeze "-leave!"
I grabbed my bag and followed the twins out.
"Nice, no detention!"
"Maybe he'll forget."
"Doubt it," I said, startling them. They stopped and turned around. "Snape will probably see one of us in class and suddenly remember." I paused. "Oh, and thanks for defending me. Snape never would have believed me."
"No problem," one told me, before turning to the other. "I wonder who really did that to Snape. I'd like to send him flowers."
"I'm right here and I didn't like being referred to as a 'him'.
They both looked at me. "What?"
"But you said-"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, because I'm really going to admit to something I did, especially putting a spell on a professor, so I can get a bunch of detentions." I said sarcastically. "No, thank you." I shifted my bag and headed towards my common room.
"Sneak out of detention again?" My friend Melinda McCloud asked, looking up from her Transfiguration book.
"Nope. Snape had a sneezing attack and cancelled."
Melinda rolled her eyes. This was a common trait among my few friends. "Why did you do that?"
I smiled and raised my hands in false surrender. "Nothing was done on my part." I headed towards the stairs. "I'm going to bed."
"Did you study for the test tomorrow?"
I laughed. "No, I never study."
"Yet you always get perfects. You should have been a Ravenclaw."
"And you should have been a Gryffindor. Goodnight."