Snape imagines | 1

18- A bad day

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SNAPES POV

I sat at my desk during 4th period potions with my head in my hands, sighing deeply.
Looking up, my eyes lazily wandered around the room in utter disappointment as I watched those dunderheads attempt to make a perfectly simple potion. I mean is it really that difficult.
Pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration as I tried to get my thoughts together, a few gasps and a loud bang was heard. Everyone's eyes were on me, keen to see my reaction as my eyes travelled to the source of the sound.
Neville fucking Longbottom.
I felt myself growing increasingly impatient as I glared at the useless boy, making my way over to him with a scowl on my face.
"What on earth is the meaning of this?! You insufferable child!" I spat, watching him cower as he gulped a nervous "Sorry, professor."
Not having the energy to belittle the boy any further, I slightly rolled my eyes and made my way back to my desk, "Don't let it happen again."
It was silent for a while after I sat down, but soon enough the buzzing sound of chatter returned as the students proceeded with their, obviously terrible, potions.
I scanned the timetable that rested on my desk and held back a smile, I'd have her next lesson. Thank Merlin.
Glancing at the clock, I inwardly groaned, realising the lesson didn't finish until another 30 minutes.

Those next 30 minutes were the bane of my existence as I paced around the room, inspecting my students potions. I felt my anger grow as I did so.
"Are you thick? The textbook clearly states to add one lacewing fly, not TWO" I seethed at one of them, watching the others stare at the floor in shame.
After observing each of their potions, all of which had been made most poorly, I strode back to the front of room as the bell rang.
"Class dismissed" I drawled.
They were eager to leave, grabbing their belongings with haste as they all rushed out of the room.
Merlin help me...

YOUR POV

You had just finished 4th period herbology with professor sprout, and you were on your way to potions with Severus, your boyfriend.
Obviously nobody knew about the two of yous relationship, although keeping it secret was challenging at times, that was for sure.
You made your way down the corridor with your friend Hermione, chatting and laughing.
You came across Neville Longbottom, just leaving the potions classroom, seemingly relived.
He noticed you and Hermione and you gave him a friendly smile. "Hey Neville!"
"Hi Y/N, Hermione, where you two headed then?" he asked with a cheery smile.
"Potions" you groaned, feigning disappointment although you couldn't wait to see Severus.
You grew confused as Neville's expression changed to one of worry.
"I'd be careful if I were you, old Snape is in a foul mood. Worse than usual" he joked, earning a slight laugh from you as you both said your goodbyes.
You were now also worried, hoping that Severus was doing okay.
You dismissed your thoughts and walked through the door with Hermione.

You were slightly late after your chat with Neville, and Severus obviously noticed this.
"Why so late, Granger...L/N?"
he quizzed the two of you.
"Sorry sir" Hermione mumbled as she dragged you to the back of the class, eager to find empty seats so you could sit next to each other.
When nobody else was looking, you gave Severus a slight smile, which he oddly didn't seem fazed by. He just sighed and turned to face the board. Boy he was grumpy. Neville was right.

Sitting down at the back with Hermione, you pulled out your textbook and got your things ready.
You watched as Severus faced the class after writing a shit ton on the board.
"You will be expected to copy ALL of this down for the lesson. If I see a single one of you haven't finished, detentions will be served. Now get on with it" He spat.
Confusion arose amongst your classmates, and Seamus raised his hand bravely.
"What, Finnigan?" Severus sighed, prompting the boy to continue.
"Sorry sir, but...aren't we supposed to be doing a practical today? Yesterday you said we were going to be making wolfsbane."
Severus gave the boy a deathly glare, drawling a
"You dare question my teaching? I don't CARE if I said that. Today you will be writing, deal with it. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Sighs and groans were heard from the other Gryffindors of the class, some whispering a sarcastic "good job, Seamus."