I accepted Zymurgy's dare. Must be, that I was dropped on my head. But, here it begins, anyway.
The chapter begins with Snape chasing Peeves.
As Snape rounded the corner, he crashed into a suit of armour and went tumbling to the floor.
Is it me, or do people always end up on the floor in my stories? Anyway.
As the armour fell apart squeeling, (their alive you know) a whisp of smoke floated out, and formed into a big grey rock right in front of Snape.
"Woooh, oh no not that, anything but that, please." snape cried
"Hahaha, didn't think anyone knew about your mortal fear of Hippopotomus's, (wow, hard to say) did you? chuckled the Author
The great rock turned it's head around and wiggled it's tail, like this.
But with a hippo instead of a monkey.
"Aaaaaaah!" screamed snape, then passed out.
What a sook. It's only a Bogart that looks like a hippo
Snape woke up and stumbled around to get some help, when he walked past a guilded mirror. To his amazement he was young and attractive.
He was not really attractive, but I thought I'd give him a break since this is his dream.
His eyebrows rose, as he look through the mirror at the people talking behind him.
"Chocolate!? Not again...." it was Lilly Potter, no, she would have been Evans. Lilly was talking to a couple of other girls.
"Who keeps sending me this stuff?"
"I can take a guess. James." said one of the girls
"Don't be silly, James only cares about his ego."
"I have a 6th sence about this, he has a crush on you." another girl said.
"Yeah, well what about the time you said Remus had Lycanthropy."(technical term for Warewolf) said Lilly, as the Marauders walked up to them. The other girls wondered off.
'Clever girl' thought Snape
"How did you find out?!" blurted remus, Then blushed furiously.
"Your a Warewolf?" said James
"Awesome!" said sirus
The lot of them continued to discuss it, but Snape lost interest, and he too wondered off.
Alot of wondering going on.
"Mr Snape, get in here and complete your exam." called a teacher out the door of a classroom he just past.
Snape, confused, woddled into the room. He found the teacher behind a desk with a hour glass, half run down, on it.
"Quickly, quickly. You will fail potions if you don't pass this test." said the teacher, who's name was Professor Potsalot. Apparently cause her ancestors collected pots?
Snape rushed over to an empty cauldron and within a few 15 minutes, time ran out. He had done his best, but was it enough.
Professor Potsalot came over to inspect his potion, she took the laddle swished it around the sniffed it.
"Hmmm, I see."
She tasted it. "10 points from Slytherin."
"Why?" snape said incredulously
"You added too much salt in your soup. But I will give you 35 out of 50 for it because I like pumpkin soup." she said with a smile and a wink.
Snape looked into his cauldron. He couldn't believe it, he never adds too much salt.
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