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snapealinaCharacters: Snape/Ron
Prompt: Quidditch
Random words: break, flashlight, wand
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names you can recognize. I'm just having fun and I'm not making any money from it!
A Different Detention
“This is so unfair.” Ron whined. “I should be at Quidditch practice, training for next weeks match against Ravenclaw, not standing here scrubbing Snape's -”
“Stop, whining Weasley!” Snape's voice came from right behind him. “Did I tell you to take a break?”
“No, Sir” Ron mumbled.
Snape went back to his desk, and Ron had to use a lot of self control from taking out his wand and hexing the greasy git back to first year.
Reluctantly, the continued scrubbing the cauldrons and thinking about the wonderful flying weather outside. Last time, the rain had been so heavy and the sky so dark they had to have a dozen third-years use their wands as flashlights to be able to see anything.
Suddenly something hit the back of his head.
“What the hell?”
“Language, Mr Weasley,” Snape ordered.
Ron turned around to see what Snape had thrown at him, but Snape was apparently reading something. Where did the thing come from?
He looked down and saw a rolled up piece of paper on the floor. He picked it up. It was a lot heavier than paper usually was.
Ron shrugged and went back to the cauldron. It didn't take long, however, before a new, heavy ball of paper hit his back. This time he turned around at once, and saw Snape smirking.
“Your reaction time is getting better, Mr Weasley.”
“What the h-,”
Snape shot him an angry look.
“Why are you throwing paper at me? I thought I was supposed to scrub cauldrons.”
“You have a new task, Mr Weasley.” Snape informed. “If any of these paper balls were to hit the shelves behind you, you will spend the rest of your Saturday afternoons this school year in this classroom, do you understand me.”
“I don't understand,” Ron started, but a new paper ball was soon coming his way. He dropped everything in his hands and caught it just before it hit the shelf.
Snape flicked his wand and several paper balls came flying through the air. Ron caught them and dropped them on the floor at once. He wanted to ask why Snape was doing this, but he had no time to open his mouth to speak.
Then something happened. He saw his Saturdays disappear as the ball slipped from his hand and continued towards the shelves. But the crumpled piece of paper merely landed on the shelf, just between two bottles of something that looked like bubotuber puss.
Ron sighed with relief, and was hit straight in the face by the last ball.
“Well, I guess we're all lucky sometimes.” Snape said and lowered his wand. “You are dismissed, Mr Weasley.”
Ron was panting. “What was that all about?”
“Just be sure you use this next Saturday.” Snape said. “Filius is so obnoxious when Ravenclaw wins.”
Prompt: Quidditch
Random words: break, flashlight, wand
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names you can recognize. I'm just having fun and I'm not making any money from it!
A Different Detention
“This is so unfair.” Ron whined. “I should be at Quidditch practice, training for next weeks match against Ravenclaw, not standing here scrubbing Snape's -”
“Stop, whining Weasley!” Snape's voice came from right behind him. “Did I tell you to take a break?”
“No, Sir” Ron mumbled.
Snape went back to his desk, and Ron had to use a lot of self control from taking out his wand and hexing the greasy git back to first year.
Reluctantly, the continued scrubbing the cauldrons and thinking about the wonderful flying weather outside. Last time, the rain had been so heavy and the sky so dark they had to have a dozen third-years use their wands as flashlights to be able to see anything.
Suddenly something hit the back of his head.
“What the hell?”
“Language, Mr Weasley,” Snape ordered.
Ron turned around to see what Snape had thrown at him, but Snape was apparently reading something. Where did the thing come from?
He looked down and saw a rolled up piece of paper on the floor. He picked it up. It was a lot heavier than paper usually was.
Ron shrugged and went back to the cauldron. It didn't take long, however, before a new, heavy ball of paper hit his back. This time he turned around at once, and saw Snape smirking.
“Your reaction time is getting better, Mr Weasley.”
“What the h-,”
Snape shot him an angry look.
“Why are you throwing paper at me? I thought I was supposed to scrub cauldrons.”
“You have a new task, Mr Weasley.” Snape informed. “If any of these paper balls were to hit the shelves behind you, you will spend the rest of your Saturday afternoons this school year in this classroom, do you understand me.”
“I don't understand,” Ron started, but a new paper ball was soon coming his way. He dropped everything in his hands and caught it just before it hit the shelf.
Snape flicked his wand and several paper balls came flying through the air. Ron caught them and dropped them on the floor at once. He wanted to ask why Snape was doing this, but he had no time to open his mouth to speak.
Then something happened. He saw his Saturdays disappear as the ball slipped from his hand and continued towards the shelves. But the crumpled piece of paper merely landed on the shelf, just between two bottles of something that looked like bubotuber puss.
Ron sighed with relief, and was hit straight in the face by the last ball.
“Well, I guess we're all lucky sometimes.” Snape said and lowered his wand. “You are dismissed, Mr Weasley.”
Ron was panting. “What was that all about?”
“Just be sure you use this next Saturday.” Snape said. “Filius is so obnoxious when Ravenclaw wins.”
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:29 am (UTC)