Jun 04, 2002 17:08
"Fred," the kid says to me, "what's the best way to get back at a teacher without her finding out you were the one who did it?"
So I tell him, "The best trick I ever did was in my fifth year. Professor Snape gave us three days to write a six metre scroll on the weed we found most useful that term. Which in itself was daft, because weeds meant nothing to the whole lot of us -- at least not until sixth year and Randy smuggled in those "special fags," ha, ha, ha. So I slapped down some stupid essay on a plant I heard a Ravenclaw bird in the library talking about, and I dipped the scroll in this new serum George and I created. When the scroll was touched, the potion was absorb by the skin. It makes the user's face changed colours based on his mood, except they're the exact opposite colours of what you'd expect. Snape's face was bright pink for nearly a whole day before some first-year pointed it out to him."
The bell over the door jingles.
"That's brilliant," he replies. "Except I think the group of Slytherins lurking in the back just ran off to tell him the whole story."
I reckon he's going to punish the Gryffindors for that offence. Ron, Harry, and Hermione, you may want to be on the lookout.