"McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are."
I knocked on the door to the potions classroom.
"Enter," Snaps's voice called.
I opened the door and walked into the room. "Hello," I said.
"Ah, yes, Y/n, the pots are over there." Severus jabbed the tip of his quill to one of the sinks where cauldrons, blades, syringes and more potion equipment were piled together waiting to be washed.
"Right," I said and started towards them.
It could have been worse. It'd probably take less than thirty minutes. I might be able to catch on the last five minutes for dinner. The cauldrons aren't even that dirty.
I pushed my sleeves up, opened the faucet and started scrubbing.
Turns out I'm fast at washing. I've finished cleaning half the equipment in five minutes. I've had a lot of practice on washing dishes at the Dursleys.
Snape walked up to me and placed a stack of three books on the table next to the sink. "Once you've finished, I'd like you to have a look at these books for at least half an hour. Students would be wondering why your detention lasted ten minutes. Also, Professor Lockhart might not be able to teach you some of the basics you'll be needing practice on DADA."
"I'd be surprised if he could teach me anything at all—" I realized what I'd said and shut my mouth. Snape, however, looked amused.
"I'll be back it the end of your detention." He turned and exited the room.
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Rictusempra — Tickling charm
I wrote down some useful spells on a piece of parchment that I found in one of the cupboards along with a quill and an ink bottle.
Flipendo — Knocks object backwards
Protego — Expand invisible shield
Snape entered the classroom. "Your time is up."
I nodded and started collecting the papers and shoving them into the pockets of my robes.
"Learnt anything?" Severus asked.
"Loads," I said nodding while getting up and heading towards the door.
"Have a good night."
"You too." I left the room and started down the corridor in silence when suddenly.
"Come to me..." a voice hissed nearby.
I froze listening closely to make sure it was not the voices in my head.
"Come to me..."
Nope, not my head. I looked around but there was no one in sight.
"Blood... I smell blood."
"Whose is it?" I called loudly. "There's no blood around here."
"Let me rip you... Let me kill you..."
"That's a bit too violent, Mr Voice-No-Body, don't you think? Unless you're you're tearing Astoria Greengrass, that is."
"Kill..." the voice started moving away.
"Wait, I was joking!" I ran after it.
"Kill." The hissing got louder.
"Don't tell anyone I told you to kill her though!"
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