Our Dear Professor
Title: Our Dear Professor
Team: Death Eaters
Words: 100 x 5 = 500
Challenge: 50 Points Challenge
Rating: G - PGish
Characers/Pairings: Snape/Hermione implied, and a classroom full of Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Author's Notes: Headache + tension = Drabbles Outlet :D
The class shifted uneasily in their seats as they watched their professor stand before them, her pale hands clamped against her stiff back. Their eyes watchful and their ears alert with apprehension, they waited for the inevitable.
“I see…” Her words were soft, almost gentle if it weren’t for the hidden acid in her tone.
They winced.
“Your lack of competence and responsibility wounds me greatly,” she continued, whispering. “However I suppose I must accept the fact that all of you are…dim-witted fools. With that in mind, I fear that I must deduct fifty points from each of your houses.”
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“B-but professor!” His protestation died on his lips the moment he uttered them and he sat, dumbstruck, at his desk with his eyes averted. His classmate gave him a swift kick under their desk, his anger and fear evidently etched into his young face.
“But what, Mr. Thompson?”
Face pale and lips trembling, he remained silent.
“You dare to ignore me, Mr. Thompson? I asked you a question.” Her eyes were flashing dangerously at him as her students watched with increasing trepidation.
“I- I just…” The boy swallowed the lump in his throat. “The assignment…was unfair. It was too much.”
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“Obviously.” She straightened her back and began to walk towards the trembling boy. Her lips, once full, now thinned and curled into a menacing sneer. The students noticed how her black robes fluttered behind her in that eerie way. It reminded them of…
They shuddered.
“I, in my most reasonable mind, thought it was quite tolerable in length. However, it would obviously be ‘too much’ if all of you dallied about the day, doing nothing at all but frolicking down the halls and common rooms. No-- sixteen feet of parchment is not ‘unfair’ as you so kindly put it. ”
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“Now,” she turned to face the entire classroom, a painful smile imprinted on her sallow, pale face. “Because Mr. Thompson was so keen and eager to criticize my teaching techniques, I must ask you all to finish the assignment and turn it in by tomorrow. However, each and every one of you are required to add two extra feet to this assignment due to your ineptitude and utter stupidity. Mr. Thompson, on the other hand, is obligated to do the original sixteen feet.”
The class remained silent, shoulders tensed, lips pursed as they stared murderously at the red-faced, ashamed boy.
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Once the bell rang, everyone let out a sigh of relief as they quickly gathered their supplies.
“Ugh, what a hag!” A girl of fourteen exclaimed to another as the made their way out. “I can’t believe she used to be the Hermione Granger. Father told me she used to be quite nice when they went to school together. But, what the hell happened to her? Did a spell go awry during one of her little experiments and granted her everlasting PMS until the end of her days?”
Her friend shook her head gravely. “No. Twenty years ago, Snape happened.”
Team: Death Eaters
Words: 100 x 5 = 500
Challenge: 50 Points Challenge
Rating: G - PGish
Characers/Pairings: Snape/Hermione implied, and a classroom full of Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Author's Notes: Headache + tension = Drabbles Outlet :D
The class shifted uneasily in their seats as they watched their professor stand before them, her pale hands clamped against her stiff back. Their eyes watchful and their ears alert with apprehension, they waited for the inevitable.
“I see…” Her words were soft, almost gentle if it weren’t for the hidden acid in her tone.
They winced.
“Your lack of competence and responsibility wounds me greatly,” she continued, whispering. “However I suppose I must accept the fact that all of you are…dim-witted fools. With that in mind, I fear that I must deduct fifty points from each of your houses.”
-----
“B-but professor!” His protestation died on his lips the moment he uttered them and he sat, dumbstruck, at his desk with his eyes averted. His classmate gave him a swift kick under their desk, his anger and fear evidently etched into his young face.
“But what, Mr. Thompson?”
Face pale and lips trembling, he remained silent.
“You dare to ignore me, Mr. Thompson? I asked you a question.” Her eyes were flashing dangerously at him as her students watched with increasing trepidation.
“I- I just…” The boy swallowed the lump in his throat. “The assignment…was unfair. It was too much.”
-----
“Obviously.” She straightened her back and began to walk towards the trembling boy. Her lips, once full, now thinned and curled into a menacing sneer. The students noticed how her black robes fluttered behind her in that eerie way. It reminded them of…
They shuddered.
“I, in my most reasonable mind, thought it was quite tolerable in length. However, it would obviously be ‘too much’ if all of you dallied about the day, doing nothing at all but frolicking down the halls and common rooms. No-- sixteen feet of parchment is not ‘unfair’ as you so kindly put it. ”
-----
“Now,” she turned to face the entire classroom, a painful smile imprinted on her sallow, pale face. “Because Mr. Thompson was so keen and eager to criticize my teaching techniques, I must ask you all to finish the assignment and turn it in by tomorrow. However, each and every one of you are required to add two extra feet to this assignment due to your ineptitude and utter stupidity. Mr. Thompson, on the other hand, is obligated to do the original sixteen feet.”
The class remained silent, shoulders tensed, lips pursed as they stared murderously at the red-faced, ashamed boy.
-----
Once the bell rang, everyone let out a sigh of relief as they quickly gathered their supplies.
“Ugh, what a hag!” A girl of fourteen exclaimed to another as the made their way out. “I can’t believe she used to be the Hermione Granger. Father told me she used to be quite nice when they went to school together. But, what the hell happened to her? Did a spell go awry during one of her little experiments and granted her everlasting PMS until the end of her days?”
Her friend shook her head gravely. “No. Twenty years ago, Snape happened.”