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< 3 MONTHS, 4 DAYS >

He storms into class before anyone else can, a thick leatherbound book in his arms given to him by Albus Dumbledore. In it lies every written name of currently attending students and all erudition on their family information, magically updating as changes are made. He despises the thing with every inch of his soul, glaring at it in an empty room as if it is a living thing that is doing this all to him on purpose. He flips to the year of his next class, finding all the names he needs and standing at his classroom door.

"Bo Adler," he drawls as his first student approaches. "Before you enter the room, you must produce to me the correct maiden name of your mother to verify that you are yourself." He looks at Bo expectantly, and then back down at the book.

Bo likes this book just about as much as he does. "Who knows their mother's bloody maiden name?"

"I know mine, Adler. If you would rather take the Polyjuice antidote and wait in a cell until we can know for certain—"

"It starts with an L," Bo says quickly. "Might've been... Leif? Or Loue, or... something."

Snape pauses, taking a moment to consider as he stares down at the book in his arms. Truthfully, he is supposed to gather each and every name exactly, down to the very letter, but does he really desire to? Bo Adler is not acting any different today, and he would notice if he was; Slughorn, Severus has discovered, is a rather unschooled actor when it comes to bringing stage acts into his authentic reality. Additionally, Severus is rather inclined to teach today rather than postpone everything and wait for a potion to settle into some child's bloodstream where it isn't necessary. He sighs and steps aside.

"Lace. Close enough. Take your seat."

He has to go through this with every student, asking a slightly-altered question each time and barely caring about the answers unless blatantly wrong.

"Ambrosia Fane," he sighs, flipping through the pages until he hits the letter F. "The street where your parents live."

"Which parent?"

"Ah," Severus replies, seeing now the second address section. "On second thought, your mother's current last name."

"Blanchet," Ambrosia replies, taking advantage of both her small frame and Snape's position in the doorway and whisking inside the room antecedent to him moving away to let her in. He puts up no furor; this is not in the least worth his mental drill nor pother.

"Eyre Ancce. You..." Snape casts down a look of slight disapproval. "You're in the wrong year. Get to class. Gorbyn Grozny."

Grozny steps forward as Ancce scurries away, facing Snape with a look of obstinance before he even begins to speak to him. The boy's lips pull back in a disgusting grin, his mouth still full of baby teeth intermingled with permanent ones, neither of which Severus would personally like to be seeing. He clears his throat.

"Your youngest sister's birthday."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Snape bares his teeth, growling down to him without remorse. He has no time for this. "I do know. Would you like to spend the rest of your day detained?"

Grozny laughs sinisterly, trying to shove his way inside. Severus, having learned from Fane's entrance, blocks him with his knee and grips his wrist with his free hand. "Ten points from Slytherin, Grozny, and I expect you in detention with McGonagall tonight. Your youngest sister's birthday."