Part 1of Flower Power is Essentially Useless
Today, like most recent days when he had to teach first year Ravenclaws, was quickly proving to be exhausting. The reason for this exhaustion that was rarely associated with first year Ravenclaws so much as it was second year Gryffindors, or for that matter, any class whatsoever when Slytherins and Gryffindors mixed, was currently eating a dittany stalk.
"Lovegood. Spit that out." He ordered crossly, attempting to glare at the girl in question, not that it would do any good.
"Yes, sir." Luna answered smoothy, spatting the plant out and then picking up a rose blossom instead.
Snape swatted it out of her hand before she could get it to her mouth. "Don't eat that, either. Or," He said, as she went for the blueberries. "any of your potions ingredients."
Luna paused, and dropped her hand with a surrendering look. "Fine. But I don't think that just because you're crushing on one of us, you should punish all of your students." She said, a bit snarkily, and started chopping what was left of her dittany.
"What."
"You heard me." She said, sounding a bit like a put upon mother, and started working on crushing her snake fangs, occasionally licking the ivory colored powder off her fingers. "I don't think that you should punish us all just because you've got your eyes on Harry Potter."
"I- I don't- detention, Miss Lovegood!" He finally managed to croak out, but all she did was start humming and bopping her head.