Chapter One Hundred Five
Three Rolls of Parchment
I'm tugging at my hair
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm trying to keep my cool
I know it shows
I'm staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head
(Things I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne)November 5th, 1993"But, sir," Hermione said, unable to restrain herself, "we're not supposed to be on
werewolves yet; we're due to start hinkypunks―"
"Miss Granger." Professor Snape's voice was deadly calm, and it left her both
annoyed and slightly afraid. She really did not want him to embarrass her again.
How was it that she worked so hard to be the best witch possible—which
was supposedly the whole reason for attending Hogwarts in the first place—and yet the only
thing this one professor did was ridicule her for her efforts? His grudge against Harry
seemed personal, as he was always pointing out Harry's celebrity status as though it was a
privilege rather than the burden Hermione knew it was. But what on earth she ever had
done to make Professor Snape hate her so much?
"I was under the impression that I was teaching this lesson, not you. And I am
telling you all to turn to page 394. All of you! Now!"
Hermione's book was already open, and the glare Professor Snape was giving her
said even that had been the wrong thing to do.
"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true
wolf?"
Hermione's hand, as usual, was in the air because she had already read this
chapter—actually, she had read the entire book. Her objection over the lesson's topic had
been for the benefit of her classmates, who seemed not only confused at Snape's change
in Professor Lupin's plan but also looked as though they did not even know how to
translate the words that had come out of his mouth. Knowing that Professor Snape