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SEVERUS SNAPE, scribbled another fat large F on a student's paper. He smirked, knowing that he was far by the best defense against the dark arts teacher there was. And the curse of the job had certainly stopped when he was put for the job. Snape was in a good mood today.

Having quite a calm tranquil start-of-October Thursday, he sat on his desk as the 3rd year Sytherlins and Hufflepuffs left his classroom and the 6th year Sytherlin and Gryffindors entered.

Oh how he hated those pesky of a teenagers. The 6th year Gryffindors. Dealing with two Weasley's, a know it all Granger, and a idiotic stupid boy Potter. All in one hour of time. Four times a week.

About five minutes later, the bell rang and the obnoxious 16 year olds got into their seats.

"Settle down you delusional idiots, I have not asked you to take out your books," said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk.

Of course ... that's when the teenage Athrimancy Professor Madrigal, with her daughter Florencia on her hip, both entered the classroom.

"What do you need Viviana?" Snape mumbled loudly.

Viviana smiled. "Let's go! We're on first name basis now!"

Snape darted his black pupils at her. "What. Do. You. Want?"

Viviana frowned very teenage-like. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to monitor your class today. He wants me to pick up some teaching pointers. Like advice you know?"

"I realize. Now sit behind the female Weasley and Patil."

Viviana, slightly frightened of Snape, placed Florencia on her lap, sitting at the desk behind Marina and her best friend Pavarti.

"Dumbledore asked you to monitor Snape's class?" Marina asked smiling slightly.

"No baby, me and Florencia just felt like pissing him off. Also I was playing truth or dare with a second year Hufflepuff and he dared to be interrupt Snape's class." Viviana shrugged, smirking slightly. Florencia giggled.

Marina smelt like wood, and earthy. Like a plant ... and not a good one.

"Have you been smoking?" Viviana whispered so Flora wouldn't hear.

Marina choked. "Uh ... to answer correctly ... no?

"The truth?" Viviana said, folding her arms.

"Oh for sure! I literally just smoked weed for the first time with Neville." Marina rambled quickly. "And if you tell Dumbledunce Nev will be fucking screwed by his granny ..."

Viviana's eyes widened. "Wait Neville has weed —"

"I like weed." Flora stated.

"Oh baby girl, don't say that kinda stuff." Viviana whispered.

Marina snorted. Viviana coughed.

"Woah slow down there little Flora ... the question is how much do you like it?" Marina smirked.

"This much." Flora giggled, showing about a foot's wide space between her right hand and her left hand.

"I'm more of a cigarettes fan but we have our preferences so I respect that."

Vivana scoffed. "Marina I love you very much as a friendly teacher student type of thing but I'll fucking give you detention if you don't stop —"

"Did you come here to chat with your little student friend Weasley or to take teaching tips, Viviana?" Snape questioned in a snare of a voice.

"Take tips of course!" Viviana laughed awkwardly. "Continue your beautiful lesson Severus!"

Snape rolled his eyes and continued.

"Anyways, the Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever- changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many- headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprout, a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."

"Your defenses," said Snape, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures" — he indicated a few of them as he swept past — "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse" — he waved a hand toward a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony — "feel the Dementor's Kiss" — a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall — "or provoke the aggression of the Inferius" — a bloody mass upon the ground.

"Has an Inferius been seen, then?" said Parvati. "Is it definite, is he using them?"

"Voldy gone emo now hasn't he? Stupid shit." Marina cackled to herself.

"The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past," said Snape ignoring Marina, "which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now ...."

He set off again around the other side of the classroom toward his desk, and again, they watched him as he walked, his dark robes billowing behind him.

". . . you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of nonverbal spells. What is the advantage of a nonverbal spell?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, "Very well — Miss Granger?"

"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you're about to perform," said Hermione, "which gives you a split-second advantage."

"Slay Hermione!!" Viviana clapped. Everyone turned to stare at her awkwardly.

"An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six," said Snape dismissively.

Malfoy sniggered. Viviana barked at him, Malfoy turned to Viviana. Who mouthed many threats in Spanish to him. Malfoy, who had learnt Spanish at the age of ten, turned back to Snape looking like a ghost.

"But yes Granger is correct in essentials. Yes, those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell- casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some" — his gaze lingered maliciously upon Potter once more — "lack."

"You will now divide," Snape went on, "into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on."

Everyone split into pairs. A odd number in the class, Viviana paired with a sweet gryffindor named Lavender Brown, a best friend of Marina and Pavarti's.

"I like your shoes." Flora whispered to Lavender. Lavender smiled.

"Thanks! They're Doc Martens, it's a Muggle brand. They were limited edition ... these pink ones —"

Of course, Viviana automagically was to jinx Lavender without a mumble. Though, Lavender was struggling slightly. Typically, ten minutes into the lesson Hermione managed to repel Neville's muttered JellyLegs Jinx without uttering a single word, which earned her twenty points to Gryffindor given by Viviana.

Ron, who was supposed to be jinxing Harry, was purple in the face, his lips tightly compressed to save himself from the temptation of muttering the incantation. Harry stood there awkwardly.

"Pathetic, Weasley," said Snape, after a while. "Here — let me show you —"

He turned his wand on Harry so fast that the boy reacted instinctively; all thought of nonverbal spells forgotten, he yelled, "

"Protego!"

His Shield Charm was so strong Snape was knocked off balance and hit a desk. The whole class had looked around and now watched as Snape righted himself, scowling.

Viviana covered Flora's eyes. "Anna oop —"

"Oh shit," Marina mumbled.

"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?" Snape snapped.

"Yes," said Harry stiffly.

"Yes, sir."

"There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor."

Everyone even Viviana gasped. Marina cackled loudly as Lavender smacked her for laughing.

"Detention, Sunday night, my office," said Snape. "I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter . . . not even 'the Chosen One.' And Weasley ..."

"I didn't do anything!" Ron cried out, pretending to suddenly sob.

"Not you fool! The female Weasley! Detention Sunday night, my office as well."

Harry turned to look at Marina with a large grin on his face. Marina stuck her tongue out at him.

"Someone's got a crush on you I see." Viviana smirked, as everyone all left the classroom.

How could you have noticed?" Marina scoffed.

"Harry is pretty." Flora said.

"He's very pretty." Pavarti agreed.

"It's adorable! Harry's fancied her since like ... second year!" Lavender said.

Pavarti noted, "Well he didn't fancy her last year he fancied Cho —"

"Don't speak of that bastard in my presence Pavarti Patil—"

Hey guys! The next chapter will have Fred in it!