Dreamcatcher

First hour was potions class, accompanied by her wonderful new companion. Professor Snape, who wasn’t really a professor at all, slammed his gargantuan textbook onto the desk at the front of the room, and began to teach. Thirty three minutes into the lecture, Basil had completely given up any hope of taking notes, and began to draw pictures of various horrid creatures one would only see in a vivid nightmare, accompanied by poetry written ever-so carefully. Alex caught a glimpse of a picture that resembled an old Attacking With The Dark Arts teacher of hers, Ms.Hokin. She shrugged this off as a coincidence, as Basil began to whisper to her. “I swear to god, he wears adult nappies. Do you SEE that suspicious bulge not only around the groinal region, but his behind and all? Sweet dress, Prof.” They both felt a hand on their heads, forcing them to look at their books. “Back to work, Mister Blackengreen, no need to be poisioning the new student with your satiric squalor.” Snape said melancholily, as Basil put his quill to parchment.