He: Ma'am? isn't that desk school property?
I: ... yes?
I: I see you three are still fuming about your potions lesson. Now do yourselves a favor, sit down and shut up or i'll give you a REAL reason to be fuming.
Crabbe and Goyle: * giggle smirk!*
I: Don't think you're excluded Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum..
Crabbe and Goyle: ::sink lower in their seats::
I: Now I'm going to give you a real life lesson in deadlines and finals. Your idea of final exams is extremely skewed due to the intervention of evil and all that rot so today I'll give you a real idea of what real exams are like. :: taps her wand on her table and a piece of parchment and a crayon appears on each desk::
M: Heh, got a silver one THIS time.
I: :: turns his crayon neon pink.::
I: You will start your exam with an essay on- YES MISS GRANGER? I hope you have a burning good reason to interrupt me...
He: we haven't studied anything this semester.
I: So? you never study anything ANY semester... anyway your exam is on the metaphysics of donuts. I want two feet. you have half an hour and then we move on to the next section.
Class: ::grumbles and squirms::
I: Well? what are you waiting for? The intervention of the dark lord? ok lets wait.
I: Potter, you dying yet?
P: ummmm no ma'am.
I: Too bad for your classmates then. it's time to start. now. ::looks at the class:: well go! ::sits down at her desk then gets distracted by a shiny object, catches it and tosses it in the wastebasket:: nice try neville. no remembralls during finals...
:: the class starts writing::
I: sweet blessed silence....