Harry Potter and Something or Other

Chapter Four - It Tastes Like Chicken.

(For those of you who were paying attention at the end of chapter three, this will make sense. For the rest of you, just smile, nod, and skip this next paragraph.)

Ron stood in Professor Snape's office. Did he really want to do this? COULD he really do this? Astrid had been quite adamant that he do this. That had to be a good sign ... er, well ... never mind that. He looked towards the door with anticipation, any moment now the Professor would be returning and ...

NO!!! WAIT!!! This is Fausta here, and this is just horribly, HORRIBLY wrong. I cannot condone such wanton filth. FILTH!! I don't CARE what you said at the end of chapter three, I canNOT believe you wrote that ... go to get a glass of water and look what she's promising you disgusting morons. Yes. Morons. This means you Megan! Green hair, honestly ... you're going down sister, if I ever get my hands on you ...

*Fausta starts foaming at the mouth and is dragged off by men in white coats*

They're coming to take me away! Hee hee! Sorry about that! Who wants to get back to that SPICY scene? I DO! (Yes, this is Astrid.) Geez ... can you imagine? Snape ... and Ron ... oooh ... and somehow their shirts get ripped off ... oh yeah ... and they get covered in peanut butter for some reason ... yeah, this is good ... *BZT!!!! - Astrid gets electrocuted after drooling all over the keyboard* Ack ...

(Perhaps we should get to the actual story? By this point, we're even scaring ourselves. It's not our fault ... Spike had poofy hair on Buffy today ... do you have any IDEA what that does to us!? POOF POOF!!!!)

Yes, We're Finally On To Chapter Four

(It Still Has A Screwed Up Title)

It Tastes Like Chicken

"Are you absolutely insane?" Professor McGonagall demanded, her eyes fixed wildly on Professor Snape. They stood in her office - he had asked to speak with her after Dumbledore had made his announcement.

"Yes ... yes, my little dumpling, crazy in love with YOU!" Snape chorused, pointing at her as he advanced on her, "now TAKE ME!" he yelled, throwing his arms out to either side.

Okay ... sorry, just had to get that out of my system ... dumpling. ^_^

"Are you absolutely insane?" Professor McGonagall demanded, her eyes fixed wildly on Professor Snape. They stood in her office - he had asked to speak with her after Dumbledore had made his announcement.

"Is that a no?" Snape smirked, glancing up from the bookshelf he had been examining.

"No, Severus, is not NEARLY a strong enough sentiment," McGonagall hissed, glaring over at him.

"Perhaps I should see Dumbledore about this then," Snape shrugged, moving towards the door, "he's always been an open individual."

"I won't let that stodgy bastard have you! All right, I'll take you!"

OKAY! That was the LAST time! I promise. (These life savers are going straight to my head.)

"Perhaps I should see Dumbledore about this then," Snape shrugged, moving towards the door.

"You think his answer will be any different?" McGonagall sounded almost amused by this notion.

(I'm so tempted to say "Dumbledore owes me a favour." "What KIND of favour, Severus?" "Never you mind, my little love donkey!" However, I said I wouldn't do any more of that. So. Yes.)

"In this case, yes. The rumors that have been flying around Hogwarts as of late are doing nothing for the school's reputation," Snape commented offhandedly.

"And this would do nothing, if not fuel them, Severus!" McGonagall frowned.

Suddenly Astrid burst into the room and threw herself at Professor Snape.

"NOW TAKE ME!"

Just kidding. That didn't happen. Damnit ... we're far too hyper to be writing right now. Ah well, this will be interesting to look back on in the morning. ("Wait ... did we actually POST that ... OH SH--OOT!")

"I would expect more from you, Minerva," Snape shrugged and continued from the room.

"What have you got up your sleeve, Severus?" McGonagall frowned deeply.

"It's not my sleeve you should be worried about," Snape wiggled his eyebrows.

Wow ... this is going to have to be rated R this time around. *grin*

"Is this really how you'd like to find out?" Snape smirked, glancing out into the hallway.

"You're not going to bully me into this, Severus," McGonagall stated.

You sick BASTARDS! I wasn't thinking anything sick THAT TIME. I'm appalled.

"Have it your way," Snape shrugged, seeming all too pleased with himself.

"Fine," McGonagall sighed, turning her gaze from Snape, unable to look at him now.

"Oh?"

"Mr. Weasley will clean the Slytherin common room. Just don't let me hear anything going on between him and Miss Ackerley," McGonagall shuttered visibly.

"I knew you'd see it my way," Snape smiled sinisterly and walked from the room.

"Severus?"

"Yes Minerva?"

"TAKE ME!"

"Come again?"

"Never mind,"

"All right then, see you tonight for wink wink, nudge nudge?"

"Of course!"

And now, the non-convoluted version of the previous scene:

"Are you absolutely insane?" Professor McGonagall demanded, her eyes fixed wildly on Professor Snape. They stood in her office - he had asked to speak with her after Dumbledore had made his announcement.

"Is that a no?" Snape smirked, glancing up from the bookshelf he had been examining.

"No, Severus, is not NEARLY a strong enough sentiment," McGonagall hissed, glaring over at him.

"Perhaps I should see Dumbledore about this then," Snape shrugged, moving towards the door.

"You think his answer will be any different?" McGonagall sounded almost amused by this notion.

"In this case, yes. The rumors that have been flying around Hogwarts as of late are doing nothing for the school's reputation," Snape commented offhandedly.

"And this would do nothing, if not fuel them, Severus!" McGonagall frowned.

"I would expect more from you, Minerva," Snape shrugged and continued from the room.

"What have you got up your sleeve, Severus?" McGonagall frowned deeply.

"Is this really how you'd like to find out?" Snape smirked, glancing out into the hallway.

"You're not going to bully me into this, Severus," McGonagall stated.

"Have it your way," Snape shrugged, seeming all too pleased with himself.

"Fine," McGonagall sighed, turning her gaze from Snape, unable to look at him now.

"Oh?"

"Mr. Weasley will clean the Slytherin common room. Just don't let me hear anything going on between him and Miss Ackerley," McGonagall shuttered visibly.

"I knew you'd see it my way," Snape smiled sinisterly and walked from the room.

* * * * *

Ron sat at the Gryffindor table (at lunch) with Astrid, glancing towards the Slytherin table where several of his classmates were sending him evil looks. The Slytherins had managed to twist the story (as usual) and it was now Ron who had bewitched Astrid into liking him. Fausta thought that was giving Ron too much credit, but she was friends with "the bewitched one" so didn't get too much say in Slytherin matters these days. Ron munched uneasily on his peanut butter sandwich as Astrid cozied up next to him, grinning somewhat insanely.

"How's it goin', Ron?" she asked, a little too casually for Ron's liking.

"Um ... okay," he shrugged a little, giving her a sidelong glance.

"That's good," Astrid continued to grin, staring at Ron.

"Astrid ... what's up?" Ron asked uneasily.

"I've just got a good feeling about you being able to clean the common room," Astrid nodded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're not going to ... do anything, are you?" Ron asked uneasily.

"Don't you trust me?" Astrid pouted a little.

"I don't think I should answer that question," Ron bit into his sandwich again, glancing wearily at Astrid.

"I'm beginning to think this relationship is a purely physical thing for you," Astrid said in an indiscernible tone of voice.

"There's another one I don't think I should comment on," Ron told her with a nod.

"That's not funny, Ron," Astrid frowned deeply, watching him carefully as Severus (the rat, not the teacher) crawled out of her robes and onto the table, sniffing around for food. (Having said that ... wouldn't it be funny if it WAS the teacher? Crawling around in Astrid's robes ... heheh, I think someone would notice though ... moving on!)

"You realize we're all alone at this end of the table?" Ron asked, trying to change the subject quickly.

"Go sit with them," Astrid frowned, scooping up Severus and walking quickly out of the hall.

"I didn't mean I don't want to sit with you!" Ron yelled after her, but she was already gone.

"Oh ... fig," Ron muttered absently, getting up and running out after Astrid.

* * * * *

Fausta glanced around the room with boredom, arcing a brow at the nervous chatter of her classmates. Dueling was, apparently, a new thing at Hogwarts. There had been one previous attempt, but one only needed to hear the name of the previous teacher to understand why it had been discontinued. Gilderoy Lockhart. If his dueling was anything like his writing ... well, she didn't even want to think about that.

"I think I'll turn her into a toad ... and him ... a badger. And her ... oh lord ... I don't think there are many animals more ugly than she already is. Perhaps a warthog of some kind," Fausta muttered to herself as she skimmed the room with her eyes.

"Taking stock, are we Fausta?" Professor Eichmann asked, appearing as if from nowhere behind her.

"Quite a sorry lot," Fausta said, glancing at Eichmann over her shoulder.

"It shouldn't take much for you to give them an enjoyable show then, should it?" he smiled pleasantly and motioned for her to follow him up to the stage.

"Where are you going with my partner?" Draco asked, Fausta hadn't even realized he was there.

"Don't worry Malfoy, I'll take care of you!" Pansy chimed from the other side of the room, running over quickly to assist Malfoy.

"I think I'd like to drop Dueling," Malfoy said, glancing towards the door.

"Suck it up, buttercup," a seventh year Hufflepuff told Malfoy, and was soon choking on his wand.

"Mr. Malfoy, that's not how we conduct ourselves," Eichmann reminded him, but sounded mildly amused anyway.

"Calm down Malfoy. It'll all be all right," Fausta smirked, crossing her arms over her chest from her place on the stage with Eichmann.

"All right! You've all signed up for Hogwarts newest class! Dueling! Now, I know some of you may have been in Professor Lockhart's class, and while I would like to use a memory charm on you all, I don't think we have the time. So you'll just have to do your best to forget everything that Professor Lockhart ever taught you," he nodded and looked around the room, a serious look on his face that made what he just said that much more comical ... Fausta liked him already.

"It's okay! We didn't pick any of it up anyway!" a Hufflepuff boy yelled from the back.

"Someone else is asking for a wand tracheotomy," Malfoy yelled to the boy.

"That's two, Mr. Malfoy," Eichmann said, trying to suppress his laughter.

"That's the number that comes after one, Draco dear," Fausta smirked.

"You could lay off in front of the Hufflepuff," Malfoy said with distaste.

"We're not a lower life form!" one Hufflepuff yelled in a hurt tone of voice.

"Could've fooled me," Malfoy yelled back, and Fausta did a double take as she thought she heard Eichmann mutter

"Debatable." He glanced to Fausta and seeing her surprised look, he just grinned cheekily at her before looking out over the crowd again ... it was at that moment that Fausta decided who her favourite Hogwarts teacher was.

"I see most of you have already paired off, that's great. What do you think we should start them with, Fausta?" Eichmann glanced to Fausta, watching an evil grin spread across her lips.

"Something messy," she said simply, giving Eichmann a sweet smile.

"At least she knows what she likes," Eichmann grinned a little and looked out over the class, "let's see ... I haven't gotten to know Madam Pomfrey too well, so until she trusts me, let's not be ripping off each other's limbs." He glanced to Fausta who just grinned at this comment.

"I've always liked the Decollo spell," Fausta smiled sweetly.

"Ah, a choice spell. Do you feel up to cleaning up the room afterwards?" Eichmann grinned.

"There wouldn't be much to clean up," Fausta sniffed, glancing around the room.

Author's Note: Since there's really no more delicate way to give you this information ... Decollo is Latin for "to behead" ... oh yeah. ^^ Tasty. (This chapter does taste like chicken.)

"Perhaps we should start with something a little more simple then?" Eichmann mused.

"That might be for the best," Fausta sighed a little.

"Shall we start with an Expelliarmus then?" Eichmann asked, glancing over at her.

"If we have to," Fausta sighed a little.

"Fausta, you're such a joy," Eichmann grinned and looked out over the crowd, speaking again before Fausta would have a chance to get a word in, "my lovely assistant has benevolently decided to impress upon us all, a more simple spell. The Expelliarmus spell is the foundation of Dueling. I'll tell you what Fausta, I'll try to cast a Decollo spell on you, and you disarm me before I do it. That way, if something goes wrong, the students will be able to see your trademark anyway." Eichmann gave her a questioning glance, trying to suppress a grin once again.

"An excellent compromise, Professor Eichmann. I hope your reflexes haven't betrayed you in your old age," Fausta smirked, drawing her wand from her robes and holding it out in front of her in a cocky manner.

"We shall see what my experience has afforded me, Miss Darcy," Eichmann grinned and brandished his own wand, not even waiting to see if she was ready, "DECOLLO!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Fausta yelled, just in time, Eichmann's wand flew to the opposite side of the room, still shooting fiery blue sparks from it's tip.

"Excellent, I didn't want to have to clean you off my robes," Eichmann smiled a little too pleasantly, though Fausta seemed unfazed. Eichmann turned to collect his wand and saw the rest of the class on the ground with their arms over their heads. He blinked a little and frowned.

"Everyone all right?" Eichmann asked, arcing a brow.

"Perhaps they don't have the stomach for dueling," Fausta shrugged a little.

"And you assumed they weren't intelligent," Eichmann mused, snatching his wand off the ground.

"Cowardice and intelligence, Professor Eichmann, are not the same thing. Though I can understand how you could make such a mistake," Fausta smirked lightly.

"What would I do without you here to explain such matters to me, Fausta?" Eichmann smiled pleasantly as he rejoined Fausta.

"It's best not to think of such things, Professor," Fausta smirked and nodded.

"So, who's next?" Eichmann asked, looking out over the crowd ...

* * * * *

"You could have been KILLED! Are you absolutely INSANE!? We don't even know anything about that psychotic new teacher!! And he looks suspiciously like a Weasley, I wouldn't trust him ... " Draco yelled, waving his arms around emphatically as he and Fausta walked towards Potions class.

"I think he's simply wonderful," Fausta shrugged offhandedly, knowing this would only aggravate Malfoy further, "but it's nice to know you care." She snorted a little and picked up her pace, not in the mood for Malfoy's idiocy.

"HE'S BEWITCHED YOU!" Malfoy screamed, which seemed to be the popular answer to any problem as of late.

"Yes Malfoy. I've been bewitched. I'm going to run off with Eichmann and we're going to have 70 Weasley-like children. Fausta Eichmann, yes," Fausta said with a mock dreamy sigh.

"I begin to question my timing," Eichmann smiled as he appeared behind Fausta once again, who, once again, turned neon red.

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Malfoy screamed, waving his wand around in Eichmann's face. Eichmann gave him a mildly annoyed look before flicking the wand out of his face and motioning Fausta to follow after him.

"I need to speak with you a moment," he nodded and began walking down the hallway.

"DON'T RUN AWAY WITH HIM FAUSTA!! THINK OF THE HORRIBLY UGLY CHILDREN YOU'D HAVE!" Malfoy yelled down the hallway after Fausta.

"Seek help, Malfoy," Fausta sighed and followed after Professor Eichmann.

"He's taken quite a liking to you?" Eichmann grinned a bit as he and Fausta found a quiet place to talk.

"If you'd like to remain my favourite teacher, you won't bring up the subject again," Fausta frowned deeply, glaring a bit at Eichmann.

"That would be a tragedy," Eichmann smiled, nodding a little.

"What did you need, Professor? I'd hate to be late for Potions class," Fausta told him, nodding absently.

"I'm sure Severus would understand," Eichmann smirked softly, then realized what he was doing and laughed a little nervously, shrugging slightly, "I forgot to tell you about the dueling competition Hogwarts will be holding closer to Christmas. I wanted to give you a heads up."

"Really?" Fausta asked, brightening visibly.

"It's not that you really need a heads up, I'm sure the competition will be scant at best," Eichmann shrugged a little.

"Naturally," Fausta smirked.

"I was simply wondering if you'd like to have some private practice sessions? I'm sure I could teach you some spells not quite sanctioned by the Ministry of Magic," Eichmann told her, watching carefully for her reaction.

"I'm sure that would be acceptable," Fausta smirked lightly and nodded a little, though she looked about as happy as anyone had probably ever seen her.

"Excellent, I'll contact you later for times and location. Take care, Fausta," Eichmann nodded in a friendly manner and walked off down the hallway. Definitely her favorite teacher.

* * * * *

Fausta stepped into Potions class to see everyone already toiling over their cauldrons. She frowned lightly and moved towards her seat, hoping Snape wouldn't notice.

"Late, Miss Darcy?" came the ominous reprimand.

"I was speaking with Professor Eichmann, Professor Snape," Fausta mirrored Snape's tone, not even turning to look at him.

"I suggest you stay away from Professor Eichmann," Snape frowned.

"Noted and ignored," Fausta smiled pleasantly.

"While I hate to take points from my own house, there are always special exceptions to be made. Five points, and I'll ask you not to take that tone with me again, Miss Darcy," Snape frowned, obviously hating the fact that his own house was suffering because of this, "I don't suppose Miss Ackerley has a better excuse for being late? I'd rather not have to take any more points, especially not on Miss Ackerley's account. She's already made up for six years of not being here."

"Astrid isn't here?" Fausta frowned a little, glancing to the seat next to her to see that, in fact, Astrid wasn't there, "I didn't think I'd live to see the day that Astrid would miss Potions class."

"Hope for the best, Fausta, maybe she's dead," Malfoy chirped from a seat near Fausta. Fausta just gave him a cold glare and began gathering ingredients for the potion the class was working on.

"I received a note from Professor Bob," Snape cringed a little at the Muggle Studies teacher's name, "saying that Astrid didn't arrive for his class either."

"Is Ron here?" Fausta asked with a shudder.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley arrived for class on time," Snape frowned a little, that seemed to be his problem with the situation,

Well, I'm sure she's all right. No need to worry, at least we'll have a quiet potions class for once." Snape muttered and at that moment, a loud crash rang out through the classroom.

"LONGBOTTOM!" Snape screamed and was immediately off berating Neville and gleefully taking points off Gryffindor.

"What did Eichmann want?" Draco asked sourly.

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Fausta decided to simply ignore Draco and moved, instead, across the classroom to talk to Ron. She frowned as she reached he and Harry's station and glared at him for a long moment before he actually noticed her standing there.

"Fausta, could you not look at us like that? You're making the flowers wilt ... " Ron said meekly, keeping his eyes on his work.

"Where's Astrid?" Fausta demanded, eyes narrowing.

"I don't know," Ron sighed, glancing over at Harry who was edging away from the table.

"What did you do to Astrid?" Fausta's frown deepened.

"Nothing! I haven't even seen her since lunch!" Ron frowned.

"Didn't she storm from the table at lunch?" Hermione piped up helpfully from another table.

"Thanks Hermione," Ron winced, glancing over at her with an annoyed expression.

"What did you do to Astrid?" Fausta repeated, glaring at Ron.

"Nothing! I swear, she's just odd," Ron frowned and began slicing up some rat's tail.

"Do I need to call Malfoy over here to perform another wand tracheotomy?" Fausta hissed, very serious this time.

Harry, who had actually attended the dueling class, quickly motioned for Ron to shut up before he ended up with a wand in a place you really don't want to find a wand.

"She'd better be all right, Weasley," Fausta spat and moved back towards her seat.

"Since when did you care about her?" Ron shot back at her.

"I'm not getting into that conversation," Fausta smirked a little and seated herself once again, ignoring Ron for the remainder of the class.

* * * * *

Herbology class went by without event and Fausta wished they were repotting mandrakes again so that she wouldn't have to listen to Draco's incessant whining about Professor Eichmann. The minute class ended, she ran back to the Slytherin common room to look for Astrid ... she found her in the girl's dorm inside a pillow fort.

"What are you doing, Astrid?" Fausta asked with an exasperated sigh.

Astrid eeped and leapt out of the pillow fort, sending pillows everywhere. She spun around to look at Fausta and blushed deeply, scooping up what she was working on and shoving it under her bed quickly.

"You didn't happen to notice you missed three classes today?" Fausta asked with a frown, "That's going to cost Slytherin points, and that, Astrid, is the last thing you need."

"I was working," Astrid said absently, falling back onto her bed with a frown.

"On what?" Fausta asked, moving towards Astrid's bed, trying to look underneath, only to be bopped on the head several times with a pillow.

"A potion, all right?" Astrid frowned, shooing Fausta away from her bed.

"What kind of potion, Astrid?" Fausta asked with a smirk.

"That's really not the point," Astrid sniffed and stood up, walking out of the dorm room.

"Aren't you worried I could check what's under your bed?" Fausta asked, arcing a brow as she jogged out after Astrid.

"You wouldn't be able to figure it out anyway," Astrid shrugged absently.

"Excuse me?" Fausta demanded, eyes narrowing.

"I'll admit you're a topnotch student, Fausta. But when it comes to potions, you're sorely lacking," Astrid shrugged once again, not noticing as Fausta pulled out her wand and began debating exactly what spell to cast on Astrid.

"Do you have a death wish, Astrid?" Fausta forced a sickly sweet smile.

"I suppose I must," Astrid smiled faintly, glancing at Fausta and grinning a little, "you're such a showoff though. I already heard about your dueling class. I told you Professor Eichmann was cute."

"He's not cute, Astrid. He's a simply amazing teacher, and you saying anything to any other effect is simply an insult to the man," Fausta frowned deeply.

"Malfoy's got some competition?" Astrid grinned evilly, relieved the subject had been changed from the potion under her bed.

"You disgust me," Fausta muttered, watching Astrid purposely plop down into a chair Mephistopheles had been inhabiting.

"I try," Astrid smiled pleasantly.

"It shows," Fausta smirked and fell into a seat near Astrid, "in any case, you've gotten Ron worked into a nice little frenzy. Whatever did happen?"

"This really doesn't become you, Fausta," Astrid shook her head lightly.

"Curiosity?" Fausta smiled pleasantly.

"Compassion," Astrid stated flatly, shooting an evil look at Meph.

"Well, we can talk about this, or about that potion under your bed," Fausta shrugged a little, "or are they related? Going to get back at Ron?"

"Not all of us are as petty as you are, Fausta," Astrid shrugged absently.

"That hurts, Astrid. I thought we were such good friends," Fausta smirked.

"It's an Adamo potion," Astrid told her quietly.

"Did you say ... ?" Fausta asked, eyes widening a little in surprise.

"Adamo," Astrid nodded.

"You're aware those are illegal. I'm not even sure Professor Snape could put one together," Fausta frowned deeply.

"I found the recipe in his desk," Astrid shrugged absently.

"And what do you intend to do with it? You don't need to use it on Ron. He already follows you around like some little puppy dog," Fausta sneered in distaste. "

No, I don't need to use it on Ron," Astrid frowned a little, "there are those that need some more convincing."

"Who, pray tell, would that be?" Fausta asked, arcing a brow.

"I would have thought it would be obvious," Astrid looked mildly amused.

" ... Oh ... my ... GOD! That is DISGUSTING!" Fausta screamed at the top of her lungs and everyone stopped to give her odd looks. Astrid blushed and waved them along, shooting Fausta an annoyed look.

"I wouldn't tell anyone about this," Astrid frowned.

"And why should I be bothered by your little threat?" Fausta snorted.

"If I can make an Adomo potion, just imagine what I can slip into your drink tomorrow morning," Astrid grinned evilly, quite enjoying herself.

"Why Snape?" Fausta asked, deciding to change the subject.

"Because he's Snape. He's just ... adorable," Astrid giggled a little.

"SNAPE!?" came the yell from behind Astrid. She turned around slowly to see Ron standing there with a mop and pail in his hands, looking absolutely disgusted.

"Oh ... 'llo Ron ... we were ... practicing a scene from a play?" Astrid asked, wincing a little.

"Oh no. No no. No no no no ... NO!" Ron finally yelled, throwing down the bucket and pail and storming from the room.

"You knew he was there when you asked that, didn't you?" Astrid asked Fausta, not even turning to look at her.

"Would you expect anything less from me?" Fausta smirked.

"You disgust me," Astrid repeated Fausta's sentiment and stood, running off towards the girl's dorm.

"It's mutual then," Fausta smirked ... talking to herself like some maniacal evil genius ... oh Fausta, when will you ever learn? ^^;;