Class One - Fifth and Sixth Years Only

[severus snape.]

monday morning, second lesson. the perfect time for a lovely lesson of herbology out in the grounds. however, fifth and sixth years all had to trudge down the to dungeons for a double lesson in potions with, most probably their least favourite teacher on the planet. however, thirty-six year old serverus tobias snape enjoyed tourturing students with long hours in his lesson, he relished having the gryffindors, simply to take points away from them.

this year was going to be slytherin's year. they were going to win the house and the quidditch cup. he just knew it. well, he hoped. he couldnt stand professor mcgonagall 'sexing' up her house any longer. snape needed a comeback. and this next class included: harry potter, the weasley twins, and draco malfoy. so, plenty of opportunities to take away points they haven't yet earnt and add small emeralds to the slytherin hourglass. severus was wearing is ususal black, billowing robes on this fine morning. not that he ever knew it was fine because he spent most of his hogwarts career down in the dungeons, either taking classes, preparing classes or brewing potions. the only time he ventured up into the school was during free periods, at lunch or at night when he strolled the castle looking for students who were out of bed after hours.

snape barged into his usual classroom (a converted dungeon) and took a quick look at the register. he rolled his dark, tunnel-like eyes. he then moved over to the black board and pulled out his wand, pointed it at a piece of chalk and lazily wrote out a few words in loopy writing.

Professor Snape
Potions Master &
Head Of Slytherin House
O.W.L and N.E.W.T Potions Course.

he then smoothly glided over to his chair behind his desk and sat down, looking at his lesson plan and waiting his students arrival.

[adelisa ticking cloquewerk]

Adelisa slipped in quietly, yawning. She had her usually dark long hair pinned up today, and dyed an almost obnoxious color of blond. Scratching her head she sat down in the middle of the class and set her bag carefully on the floor. Anderson was inside, and knew to be quiet during class otherwise she'd get into a lot of trouble. She didn't trust him seeing as he was only 5 weeks old. Looking around the class even though she was in gryffindor she did enjoy potions.

Perhaps not the fact Snape hated her, only because of her house, but the fact that she thought potions was fun. Her painted red lips pursed as she got all her things out. She looked around at the other students reluctantly filing in and hoped to Merlin that Tonie would be in this class, otherwise she'd absolutely die being all alone.

[draco lucius malfoy]

d r a c o malfoy *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

draco padded down the long stone corridors of Hogwarts. three more years of these hallways, just three more years. he groaned slightly at the thought. he had just occupied the great hall, indulging in one of the only plus sides of this school; food. his robes hit the back of his legs as he sharply turned the corner. a group of girls stood by giggling, and whispering among themselves. hufflepuffs. he groaned again and rolled his eyes, wanting anything more then to just crawl back into his bed. he thought about it briefly. he was heading to potions, his common room was located in the same area. within seconds he could be back in a deep slumber. but he thought against it. snape would be teaching potions again, and draco knew very well that he let slytherins get away with almost anything in that class. it was also quite entertaining to watch him take points away from gryffindor for no reason.

he grinned to himself as he descended the last stair. he took in the familiar scenery. the dungeons were so familiar to him. he had spent the past four years down there, and had learned everything about them. as he continued to walk, he could hear his footsteps echo around him. the corridors were dark and musky down there, but he had come to love them. he turned down yet another hallway, and landed among the heavy wooden door of the potions classroom. his mind drifted quickly to his bed, but he groaned and pushed it away. he pushed open the heavy wooden door to the classroom.

snape sat at his desk, intently looking at something. draco glanced to the blackboard behind him. it read the same thing it did every year. he rolled his eyes lightly, and glanced around the rest of the classroom. a girl with blonde hair, about the same color as his own, sat quietly at a table. he thought about approaching her, but then saw her robe. gryffindor. he sneered, before making his way to the other side of the classroom and plopping down at a table. his potions book fell with a thud. “this class is already contaminated” he mumbled.

word count:371
outfit: his robes
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes:nahhhhh

[george weasley]

there's a little thing you call...

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The morning dawned bright and early, sadly enough for the redhead who rolled out of bed. Fred was still asleep, mouth wide open. After debating whether to pour firewhiskey into his sleeping twins' open mouth, George decided to let sleeping brother's lie. The, in his own opinion, utterly amazing sixth year headed for the bathroom to do his business and whatnot. When he was getting dressed he heard his equally as amazing twin stir. "Wakey, wakey, Freddie! Time for brekkie!" he called teasingly, pulling the sheets off Fred's body to wake him up properly. Dodging a pillow thrown at him George pulled open the door and ran down the stairs laughing hysterically. The second part of the Dynamic Duo ignored the strange looks thrown his way as he ran through the common room calling out taunts to his twin. "Come and catch me Freddikins!" And with that he was stumbling through the portrait hole to complaints from the Fat Lady who was muttering about the 'behaviour young people these days'.

Luckily for him, Fred seemed to forget about his rather demeaning wake up call and no hexes were thrown at breakfast. The first lesson was History Of Magic - yawn. George spent most of the time passing plans of pranks to Fred and having a competition of who could levitate the biggest object without the Proffessor noticing. George would have won but the lesson ended. Now it was time for dreaded potions. He wasn't very adept at potions; none of the Weasley's were masters of it. Except for Percy - the obnoxious self-snogging prat was perfect at everything. From snogging himself in a mirror to potion stirring, he was perfect at it. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. It was going to be a lesson with a difference...

George entered the classroom, thinking of the prank that he and Fred were going to pull. Oh boy, this was going to be a good one. The Weasley headed for their usual table at the back and sat down. Soon the potions class would have a bit more of a 'bang' to it. He glanced at Fred and grinned. Oh yes, this was going to brilliant.

word count }} three hundred and sixty-five
muse }} quite good.
outfit }} school uniform, obviously.
comments }} tada! next post reserved for bones with freddie!

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[Kyraina Smith]

Kyraina's eyes were lowered in a sleepy form, "Dang school and it's classes... then again it is Snape maybe i'll be able to fake being awake..." She then yawned and exited the Lunchhall and smiled as she watched people conversing and she got ideas of things she could do to torcher them. Whistling to wake herself up she carefully thought deeply about what was going on in her life. There was going to be some type of dance coming up soon and she soooooooo wanted to go with Draco... She idolized him, but kept her cool well enough that no one could even tell her affection's for him or at least she hoped not.

Moving down the stairs towards the dungeons she smiled as she watched George enter the classroom with his brother, "Silly fools..." she then giggled and entered as well nodding at the professor a large smile on her face, "Good morning professor..." She then sneared some at the three Gryfindor's and took a seat near the back of the room so she could easily dose off.

Yawning again she put her legs up on the table and sighed heavily, "Things are going to be interesting if the Weasley dweebs are in here... god I'm wondering what kind of prank they're going to try and pull this time..." Shaking her head she closed her eyes and snickered lightly.

[fred weasley.]

- - - Dreams were quite wonderful inventions. Fred had once had a discussion about dreams with George, examining the both ludicrous and hilarious situations the mental stimulants put the two of them in whilst they were slumbering and unconscious. At this current moment in time, this very Weasley was fantasising about the possibility of bashing one Draco Malfoy over the head with his beater bat repeatedly until his ferrety little brains spilled out all over the quidditch pitch and Gryffindor rejoiced at his death. It was getting to the prat's funeral (which would be bombarded by fuck you Slytherin signs, all wonderfully crafted by the equally-as-wonderful Weasley twins) when a voice that sounded much like his own stirred him from the confines of his sweet little murder-induced fantasy and he was forced to open his eyes and come to the realisation that Thursday was, quite possibly, the worst day of the week. History of Magic and then Potions--fuck his life. He contemplated going back to sleep, but that idea was cut short when his beloved sheets were wrenched from his grasp and his pyjama-covered body was exposed to the hostile cold of the Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory in autumn.

- - - It was one of the worst experiences of his life (with a hint of exaggeration peppered in here and there), and Fred Weasley's knee-jerk reaction was to grab his pillow and hurl it at the dastardly perpetrator of such trust. He sat up, launching the pillow across the room and then paused to run a hand through his glorious example of bed hair, stifling a yawn in the process before swinging himself out of his bed and padding towards the bathroom. Once everything was taken care of and he was dressed accordingly (tie slack around his neck, shirt untucked, robes crumples, shoes scuffed), Fred set about chasing George down to the Great Hall and then stuffing his face in a way that not even Ron could rival. And then it was time to slope off to History of Magic ten minutes late with a piece of toast sticking out of his mouth and George in tow, whilst the hour itself involved them levitating objects, making crude jokes with Lee and generally larking around (which was what they did anyway, so it wasn't that much of a change to their schedule of mischief making).

- - - Sixty minutes went by with horrifying swiftness and the redhead found himself wondering why he'd taken Potions. He had no interest in the subject, no aptitude or any actual talent when it came to fumbling around with cauldrons and tolerating Snape breathing down his neck like a greasy shadow and no wish to pursue a career that had anything to do with potionmaking and chopping never-before-heard-of ingredients up to add to an already-overflowing cauldron that was completely the wrong colour in order to proudly proclaim it a potion of some sort. No doubt today's lesson would be any different to its predecessors; the dungeon would be exceptionally gloomy, Snape would be his normal, greasy self and Fred and his twin would be stuck at the back of the classroom pouring over a potion that would go miraculously wrong and most likely result in a carefully-planned explosion. A smile tugged at his lips at the last thought, momentarily brightening his spirits before they were dampened by Binns announcing that they were free to go and he was forced to elbow Lee in order to wake him up. George was already flouncing out of the door like a leprechaun on steroids, but it took only a few moments for Fred to bounce along after him, both of them obviously excited for the antics that would occur whilst they were in the presence of one Severus Snape.

- - - As predicted, the dungeon was as depressing and dank as ever with its oppressive choice of colours and the fact Snape was sitting at his desk like an executioner. Fred squinted in the dimness and gloom, making his way after George and slumping into his usual seat with a faint glare in Malfoy's direction. "Ferret's here," he hummed under his breath for his twin's ears only, stretching languidly and placing his wand on the desk as he arched his back and threw his arms into the air, a loud and obnoxious yawn echoing his movements. "I smell a foul wafting odour, George," the redhead then proceeded to say as loudly and obnoxiously as he had just yawned, shifting in his seat to high five his sibling for no apparent reason other than the fact today was going to be a day to remember, "and I do believe it has a hint of ferret to it." Furet du Draco, he mused to himself, catching George's eye and mirroring his grin. "I think Malfoy's smelt it too, actually - he looks like he's caught a whiff of himself for once. Or maybe he's sniffed Snape's hair..." he whispered in hushed tones to his brother before straightening his posture and proceeding to slump lazily in his chair.

- - - Time for the grease monster to hand out assignments, take away points and bore them to tears so that they could get the show on the road.

STATUS / finished.
WORDS / eight hundred and eighty.
MUSIC / these photographs - joshua radin.
NOTES / the twins are made of win. also, i apologise for this fail!post. ps, next post reserved for jess. c;

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[severus snape.]

the students began to file in one after the other. the first was a gryffindor, miss clockwerk so snape didn't even look up from his time-table to greet her. next came draco malfoy. his own student. "good morning draco." he said uninterestedly in a cold, drawling voice. snapes hearing was extremely sharp, especially in the hard, silence of his dugeon classroom, where even the smallest whisper bounced and echoed off the grimey stone walls. this came in useful when children were talking in his classes. “this class is already contaminated” came draco's whisper. anyone normal wouldn't have heard it however, snape smirked at his comment and replied "now now draco."

next bounded in the weasley twins snape's head snapped up at the disturbance. his face expressionless but his eyes cold he simply stared at both of them in turn to create silence. snape had the presence to hush a class that not many teachers had. it was a gift. and so was a stoney face (in serverus' opinion) . the door swing open again straight after and another slytherin stalked in. "hello miss smith. nice of you to join us." his voice rang through the dungeon and into every eardrum in the room. he waited for kyraina to take a seat at the back of the class room and he stood up swiftly, pulling his robes around him and sliding to the middle of a slightly raised platform at the front of the class.

"be quite class." he didn't just say this though, there was a certain dangerous flash in his eyes and a warning in his voice. there was no need to say it either as silence already collided with everyones hearing.

[lourdes sabetta roman]

what must we do to restore our innocence ,
a n d a l l t h e p r o m i s e w e a d o r e d .

it was quite unusual for lourdes to be late for class but today was an exception. going to potions after her divinations class, one of the most boring subjects at hogwarts that was more like a nap than an actual class, lourdes spotted a group of gryffindor boys picking on a young, slytherin girl who wasn't fighting back. instead, she stood there, near verge of tears quite unlike a slytherin. this was a rather rare occurance, seeing as slytherins were always the ones physically and emotionally abusing other unsuspecting hogwarts students. lourdes knew that she would be late to class if she stopped and helped the little girl out but she knew how snape was. he was rather lenient towards slytherins and lourdes knew if she was a little late, he wouldn't give it a second thought and so, lourdes decided to confront the little bullies. she was certainly not going to let them harass the young girl any longer.

as her leather school shoes hit the pavement, her robe swished back and forth aggressively. with a disgusted look on her face, a blonde strand fell over her eyes before being blown away bruskly. "listen to me, little gryffindors." she started, her voice hard and cold. "stop bothering this poor girl or else i'll just have to send you four to dumbledore or even worse, deal with this myself." the gryffindors suddenly cowered a bit, they were new to the school and knew dealing with an upperclassmen would not be a wise move. their nagging and insults stopped immediately when lourdes came over and she was obviously scaring them. lourdes quickly moved into the circle that surrounded the little slytherin girl and grabbed her swiftly by her thin arm. "now if i, or any of my friends catch you bothering this girl, i promise you that there will be consequences. now get to class, you're late." with a final sneer, lourdes left the little gryffindors looking rather scared as she walked off with the young slytherin. she knew that they would never bother another classmate again. well, never bother another slytherin.

"listen, if anybody bothers you again, don't just stand there quietly." lourdes told the young girl, who was only to her waist. obviously a first year, she had remembered her from the sorting hat ceremony just a couple of days ago. "because usually, people won't stick up for you like this." the girl nodded, a little frightened by lourdes' scolding. "i'm lourdes, fifth year. what class are you heading to?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. her voice was much gentler than it was a mere three minutes ago but with a lot more anxiety and rush. her feet stomped against the hallways faster and faster, until it was as if they were in some kind of race. "i'm -- i'm darla, darla goyle. you might know my brother? gregory? and i'm actually heading to herbology..i'm really sorry you had to deal with that." lourdes did a quick right turn down a hallway and stayed silent for a few moments before speaking again, "yes, i do know your brother quite well. i'm proud your parents produced another slytherin such as you, we need more people like us. and herbology? right here." the two ended at a large door. a muffled lecture could be heard. "now don't forget -- always stand up and be proud. never let those gryffindors scare you. you're a slytherin." a smirk came across her face after she said 'slytherin', as if it was like being better than everybody else and in her eyes, it was. lourdes did a polite nod before turning around to go to class. she was already five minutes late and was worried snape wouldn't be too forgiving. as lourdes walked down and out of the corridor to the herbology classroom, she could hear darla being hurried into the class by professor sprout, who was never too angry about late students.

as lourdes reached the end of the hallway towards the potions classroom, she checked the time. she was already seven minutes late but lourdes wasn't too worried that snape would take away points. it was his house after all. entering the room, it was clear that she was the last one to come. she recognized everybody, including draco and the two redhead twins that had grown a dislike towards her although she had never done anything. lourdes wasn't too upset they hated her, as it was rather expected for gryffindor and slytherins to have some kind of hatred for each other. the first thing lourdes noticed when she walked into the room was the disgusting smell of the potions that were brewed recently by other students or even snape himself. lourdes noticed snape standing on the platform and the unpleasant look on her face due to the smell, quickly changed into a bright and apologetic smile. "i am ever so sorry, professor. there was this little slytherin who was terribly lost. i couldn't just leave one of my own, so i helped her get to class. please forgive me." lourdes said in an almost sarcastic tone as she quietly took a seat next to draco malfoy, another slytherin. lourdes knew that snape would just acknowledge the apology and begin the lesson like he had whenever another slytherin was late.

s t a t u s , finished.
w o r d c o u n t , eight hundred eighty nine.
m u s i c , yeah yeah yeahs -- kiss kiss.
a t t i r e , school robe with a black headband.
c o m m e n t s , obviously i am very rusty; haven't done a thread in two years. i stick to aims + notes, haha.