Week Two - May the Games (and classes) Begin

Jaime looks just as bored. "You mean she hasn't killed anyone yet?" "I don't kill people!"

"Nope. She's behaved rather well, despite Snape hating her. Speaking of which, don't we have detention?" He asks, seeing Snape approaching them.

"Crap. Yes."

"Hi, Snape, did you miss me?"

Snape glares. "Detention. Now."

"Can't I at least get a hug or something? I mean come ON! You HAD to have missed me at least a LITTLE?"

"No hug. Detention." Snape orders.
((Eh.. He get's no color.))

Lys hugs Snape anyway, then steps back, grinning. "Lead on, O Brilliant Potions Master."

Snape led them down to his classroom.

Lys waited for the assignment, looking puzzled.

"The floors where white when I came here. Now... They're not so white. You will be cleaning the floor until I decide you may leave." Snape indicated the blackish floor.

"Are you going to supply us with cleaning supplies?"

He flicks his wand, and muggle cleaning supplies appear. Shali and Hannah groan, each grabbing a sponge.

"YES! I LOVE cleaning." Lys grabs two sponges, a bucket and a bottle of Mr. Clean, and scrubs, humming a little.

Shali and Hannah stare at him like he's deranged, before starting to clean.

Already, the space around him starts to gleam white. "CLEANING!"

Shali and Hannah work together, soon getting their little section done, then moving on to another. "Why do you like cleaning so much?"

"It reminds me of home. Already his space was gleaming white. "Can I go now?"

Snape glares as Shali and Hannah also finish. "Fine..."

Lys runs off to get his broom.

Shali retreats to the library, leaving Hannah to wander the school alone.

Lys runs into the library, with Flitwick chasing him.

Shali looks up. "Dare I ask?"

A mean looking seventh year stops in front of Hannah.

"Here, catch." Lys throws her Flitwick's toupee and flies off, running into Hannah and the seventh year. "Oh, hi Hannah, who's your friend?"

"I.. Don't know?" Hannah backs up a step as the seventh year takes a step toward her.