Snape dragged Harry, Ron, and Draco Malfoy into a spare classroom and glared at them for about five minutes. Following this, he paced. Then he glared while he paced.

"He must be really mad," Ron whispered, which earned him another glare, as well as a well-placed Harry elbow in his gut.

They were all interrupted by one of the paintings in the classroom. Creeping through the frames was a small bald hunter with an enormous rifle.

"Shhhh! Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits."

Harry, the only one of them with any sort of Muggle referencing ability immediately began to laugh, while the rest of them stared.

"What's a wabbit?" Malfoy asked Snape.

Snape's face turned bright red, which, unlike Ron's, looked really quite attractive with his multihued hair. He restrained himself admirably and murmured in a deceptively polite voice, "Oh dear- not the fluffy bunny slippers joke AGAIN!"

Elmer Fudd, for that was indeed who the bald hunter was, stomped his foot in disgust and announced his intention to hunt 'wabbits' in a more quiet and secluded part of the castle. He disappeared from the edge of a frame, and Snape resumed his glare-age. The author wants to point out that glare-age is not really a word but that it will suffice in this circumstance.

"Thanks, Doc," another voice distracted Snape from his mounting yell fest. All eyes took in a slender gray rabbit chomping on a carrot and leaning against the frame of a picture. "That Elmer finds me wherever I go... must have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque." He sprayed carrot crumbs generously from his mouth as he spoke.

"I am trying to intimidate these students. If I hear another peep from one of these paintings, I will see what my potions supplies can create in the way of paint thinner!" Every painting in that wing of the school was suddenly empty.

Snape turned back to the three boys, expecting them to be cowering as well. They were simply staring at him and wishing desperately that his robe would stop singing.

"Who is responsible for this?" he gestured towards his entire appearance in general.

Harry was very tempted to say, "Your mom," and get away with it, but he refrained.

Ron said, "You've been calling me irresponsible for the past 6 years. How could I be responsible for anything at this point?"

All three of them looked at Malfoy.

"Oh come on! Just because I'm a mean ugly smarmy git, doesn't mean that I'm evil!" Malfoy protested weakly. Even Snape cracked a smile at that. "No, really..."