The Potions Problem
Title: The Potions Problem
Author: menacherie
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Prompt: juniperlane Someone out there wants to write P/S (+ boys) go to Hogwarts, RIGHT? RIGHT?
Notes: Penny Fourby meets Sheldon Cooper, Potion's Prodigy extraordinary. I have a few other scenes bouncing around in my head. (Penny is a Gryffindor, while Sheldon is a Slytherin)
Also, Sheldon's voice isn't my strong suit.
Penny was having a very hard time believing this was all reality and not a dream. The owls, the shopping, the train ride, a hat that knew her innermost thoughts, that all had to be a dream right? The eleven year old bit her lip and shook her head. This couldn’t be a dream, there was no way would dream of cutting up the wriggling slugs that were on her desk. Maybe this was all one big nightmare instead.
Penny shifted a bit and looked down at the knife in her hand and then at the man in the front of the room. After deciding the man with the hooked nose (What sort of name was Snape?) was too imposing she decided to look over at her partner. He was cutting up the slipper slugs with out a problem, as if he had done this a thousand times before.
She soon realized that she was letting a mere slug get the best of her while this boy next to her was not the least bit worried about how gross they were. Penny was not the sort to let things scare her, so she squared her shoulders and picked up a slug from the container with a wince. The fat being squirmed a bit and she picked up the knife and set it to skin of the slug. She closed her eyes and was startled when a slimy hand wrapped around her wrist.
Her eyes snapped open and they followed the hand that wrapped around her wrist up to the boy beside her. “-Honestly, you’re doing it all wrong, who cuts something with their eyes closed?” The boy asked with a sneer. “Also, you were going to cut it at a ninety degree angle, when the directions clearly state to cut the slug at a forty-five degree angle.” The boy stared her down. “Can’t you read?”
Penny bristled at that. “Of course I can read.”
He tilted his head then. “Well you aren’t providing the evidence. Or is it that you don’t know the difference between forty-five and ninety?” He asked and Penny’s face grew darker.
She set the knife on the table and tugged his hand off her wrist. “I know my math thank you very much.” She said then promptly picked up the knife and cut the slug at a forty-five degree angle. “See?” She said, sticking her tongue out at him.
She froze when a shadow appeared over the both of them, her eyes flickered to the desk where the professor had been sitting, and wasn’t anymore before flickering to the cause of the shadow. Penny pasted on her teacher-pleasing smile but it faltered slightly at the pure dislike shining from the man’s eyes.
“Is there a problem here Mr. Cooper?” Penny’s smile faltered even more when the professor directed his question at her partner. He had been the one in the wrong!”
Cooper looked over at Penny and sneered a bit. “She almost cut off her own finger when she closed her eyes to cut the slug sir.” This comment earned him a glare from Penny that was ignored by both teacher and student.
The professor’s eyebrow rose and Penny winced a bit. “Since Miss. Fourby cannot understand even the most basic of potion safety protocols she will be sentenced to detention this Saturday at seven.” He paused and eyed Penny before turning around with his cape billowing behind him. “Be prompt or there will be a second.” Snape continued to walk around the classroom then.
Penny sneered at the professor’s back before eyeing Cooper. “Thanks a lot.” She said, and continued to cut her slugs at a forty-five degree angle.
Cooper only tilted his head and nodded towards her. “You’re quite welcome.”
Penny just blinked and sighed. This was most definitely not a dream. Far too real to be a nightmare either. She just hoped the rest of reality wasn’t as horrible.
Author: menacherie
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Prompt: juniperlane Someone out there wants to write P/S (+ boys) go to Hogwarts, RIGHT? RIGHT?
Notes: Penny Fourby meets Sheldon Cooper, Potion's Prodigy extraordinary. I have a few other scenes bouncing around in my head. (Penny is a Gryffindor, while Sheldon is a Slytherin)
Also, Sheldon's voice isn't my strong suit.
Penny was having a very hard time believing this was all reality and not a dream. The owls, the shopping, the train ride, a hat that knew her innermost thoughts, that all had to be a dream right? The eleven year old bit her lip and shook her head. This couldn’t be a dream, there was no way would dream of cutting up the wriggling slugs that were on her desk. Maybe this was all one big nightmare instead.
Penny shifted a bit and looked down at the knife in her hand and then at the man in the front of the room. After deciding the man with the hooked nose (What sort of name was Snape?) was too imposing she decided to look over at her partner. He was cutting up the slipper slugs with out a problem, as if he had done this a thousand times before.
She soon realized that she was letting a mere slug get the best of her while this boy next to her was not the least bit worried about how gross they were. Penny was not the sort to let things scare her, so she squared her shoulders and picked up a slug from the container with a wince. The fat being squirmed a bit and she picked up the knife and set it to skin of the slug. She closed her eyes and was startled when a slimy hand wrapped around her wrist.
Her eyes snapped open and they followed the hand that wrapped around her wrist up to the boy beside her. “-Honestly, you’re doing it all wrong, who cuts something with their eyes closed?” The boy asked with a sneer. “Also, you were going to cut it at a ninety degree angle, when the directions clearly state to cut the slug at a forty-five degree angle.” The boy stared her down. “Can’t you read?”
Penny bristled at that. “Of course I can read.”
He tilted his head then. “Well you aren’t providing the evidence. Or is it that you don’t know the difference between forty-five and ninety?” He asked and Penny’s face grew darker.
She set the knife on the table and tugged his hand off her wrist. “I know my math thank you very much.” She said then promptly picked up the knife and cut the slug at a forty-five degree angle. “See?” She said, sticking her tongue out at him.
She froze when a shadow appeared over the both of them, her eyes flickered to the desk where the professor had been sitting, and wasn’t anymore before flickering to the cause of the shadow. Penny pasted on her teacher-pleasing smile but it faltered slightly at the pure dislike shining from the man’s eyes.
“Is there a problem here Mr. Cooper?” Penny’s smile faltered even more when the professor directed his question at her partner. He had been the one in the wrong!”
Cooper looked over at Penny and sneered a bit. “She almost cut off her own finger when she closed her eyes to cut the slug sir.” This comment earned him a glare from Penny that was ignored by both teacher and student.
The professor’s eyebrow rose and Penny winced a bit. “Since Miss. Fourby cannot understand even the most basic of potion safety protocols she will be sentenced to detention this Saturday at seven.” He paused and eyed Penny before turning around with his cape billowing behind him. “Be prompt or there will be a second.” Snape continued to walk around the classroom then.
Penny sneered at the professor’s back before eyeing Cooper. “Thanks a lot.” She said, and continued to cut her slugs at a forty-five degree angle.
Cooper only tilted his head and nodded towards her. “You’re quite welcome.”
Penny just blinked and sighed. This was most definitely not a dream. Far too real to be a nightmare either. She just hoped the rest of reality wasn’t as horrible.