"Err, are you alright Professor?" Harry asks cautiosly. He had never head Snape giggle before.
Snape giggles again. "Yes, I'm fine. It's just quite comical what happened, isn't it? Falling into Neville's cauldren like that." He burts into loud, raucous laughter.
Harry looks over at Hermione. "I'm guessing he's like this because of the spell?"
She nods.
"What are you talking about?" Snape grins. "I feel great."
He pulls himself out the cauldren, just to fall over again due to the slippery floor. He laughs even harder, Lavender Brown and a couple of her friends joining him in the laughter.
Ron starts to smile too. "This is a much better Snape!"
Harry laughs. "It definatly is!"
"Stop it you too!" Hermione exclaims. "We have to fix him!"
"Fix him? Hermione, it's Snape. The potion has made him nice. He is fixed."
Ron cracks up at the sight of Snape trying to get up. He finally manages it, and walks over to a dry patch of floor.
"Dear me! My robes are soaked." He giggles. "No, no, Severus," he says to himself, "I have to be serious, I have a class to teach." He pulls out his wand, mutters something and his robes are dry once more. "Actually...while I'm at it...." he mutters something else and his robes turn...pink.
"Pink is a much nicer colour than black, wouldn't you agree?" he says to Harry.
"Harry! We have to get another teacher!" Hermione says desperatly.
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