Anyway, as you can tell by the title of this, I’m going to rant about Snape. When I was on facebook today, I joined a few Harry Potter groups, one of them being “A little piece of me died with Severus Snape”. This rekindled my Snape obsession from 8th grade. I went on Deviant Art to look at some of the Snape comics and what not. So now I’m a Snape fangirl again. ^^

In 8th grade I had started to write a fanfiction about Snape. I was rereading it today and it was super funny. Some of the characters had initially been based off my friends, but as I wrote, they changed to better fit the plot. Some basic traits are still there but… People aren’t the same as the character they suggested to me. ._. Anyway, here’s one of my favorite parts…. Sort of…. (Just to preface this… There’s sort of a thing between Amber and Snape. No shit, right? That’s what fanfiction is all about… XD Before this, Amber had been out after curfew, creeping around the castle. She was about to get in HUGE trouble when…. Snape saves her. :O He tells her he won’t punish her, but then he gets really pissy and bitchy. Bascially, Snape’s being a dick. .__. About the whole Christmas break thing… Snape and Amber have to go to find their “heartstones” which are stones that have your name on it and when put together with your soulmate, form a heart. I got the idea from Sabrina the Teenage Witch…. XD)

As Snape was having one of his rants, Hawk leaned over and whispered, ‘Are you alright?’

I shruged.

‘Amber, c’mon. You can tell me,’ she muttered.

‘Later,’ I mumbled.

‘Ms Godric! No talking in my class!’ Snape yelled. ‘Five points from Gryffindor!’

‘Hawk was the one talking!’ Harry yelled. ‘Amber only said one word!’ He was sitting across from us, so he’d seen what happened.

‘A further five points from Gryffindor, for questioning me, Potter,’ Snape snarled.

‘Someone took their Drama Draught today,’ Hawk muttered under her breath, glowering at Snape. (AN- for you super Americans, Draught is/means draft. Basically, it means he took his Drama queen potion)

Snape set us to work, and he stalked around the classroom for the remainder of the class. When he reached the table Hawk, Rissa and I were at, he leaned over to me and muttered, ‘I have to talk to you after class.’

‘Too bad,’ I snarled back.

‘I’m not asking you, I’m telling you,’ he replied coldly.

‘How often do you say that?’ I asked annoyed.

“I will be seeing you after class,’ he said icily.

I glared after him. ‘He’s so irritating!’

‘Woah, what happened to your whole “Snape is God” thing?” Hawk asked.

‘I already told you,’ I snarled. ‘And I never said that.’

‘You just as well did,’ Rissa muttered.

‘Shut up,’ I snapped. When class ended, I walked up to Snape’s desk.

‘Good luck,’ Rissa muttered. ‘We’ll be waiting outside…’

‘You wanted to see me?’ I asked Snape coldly.

‘Yes,’ he replied. He was starting to sound nervous. ‘Professor Dumbledore told you about… Christmas break and-’

‘Yeah. So what?’ I knew I was being rude, but I didn’t care.

‘Well, I was just wondering if you knew…’ Snape muttered.

‘Great. Is that it? Can I go, or are there more stupid questions you’d like to waste my time with?’ It slipped out before I could stop myself.

‘Detention!’ Snape snarled. ‘Tonight, at my office for being disrespectful!’

‘FINE!’ I yelled. ‘I DON’T GIVE A DAMN!’

‘JUST SHOW UP!’

‘I WILL!’

’8:30! DON’T BE LATE OR I SHALL DEDUCT MORE HOUSE POINTS!’ Snape yelled after me.

Yes, this is a student/teacher Snape fanfiction. Stop being a prick and get over it. Anyway… Wow, kind of an abussive relationship, huh? Snape has these mood swing things where he’ll be like this, and then he’ll be really sweet. I find their yelling match at the end funny in a twisted way.

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Anyway, my dad was being a total dick today. He was lecturing me on eating right and exercising and shit like that. He never exercises, eats tons of shit and drinks a fair amount of alcohol. So he has no right to tell me that shit. Fucking hypocrite. This is the same man that told me distingushed honors wasn’t good enough because I got a B in civ. What the fuck is up with that anyway? It’s one B. And it’s and honors class and Schott was the teacher. So I didn’t need that shit. I do feel better though because I talked to my mom about it. And then some of my friends made sure I was ok. Thanks guys.

The only thing that sucks though, is that I can’t talk to the guy I normally talk to about my problems with my dad. Wow, that was a run on sentance. But yeah, I can’t talk to him unless I email him which would be stupid. Because it waas such a little thing really. And I don’t care too much anymore. I only talk to him when it’s a big problem. But I still miss talking to him. -_-  Anyway, sorry, I just rambled so much. And you guys don’t care about how I miss my best friend. Ok, I’m done for now.

Anyway…. While we were at the pool, Kyle told me to look behind me casually. So of course, I whipped around to see what was up. He told me that a creepy old man had been staring at me. -_- I kind of flipped out. We ended up naming the creepy man George. So every time a creeper came into the pool area, we would name him. Later on, Alex and I were talking about guys. We were near the lap lane, and I said I wanted to marry a swimmer. Right as I said that, the guy swimming laps was right next to us. When he turned around, instead of swimming normally at first, he kicked his feet three times. Alex and I call it the “Swimmers mating call now”. It would probably be funnier if you had been there…. Then when my swimmer husband passed us again, she told me to say something to him. After he was a ways away I jokingly said “I want your body”. Obviously, he didn’t hear me. But somehow we started talking about guys again. Alex said “I don’t want his body, I want his heart!” It was a great quote.

Anyway, that’s about it for today… Oh, luckily, I didn’t get goggle marks today! Thanks for reading my rant! O.0