Winters Cloak | S.S

25 | Ignorance

The antique scent of wet wood, citrus and garden soil filled your nostrils. The potions book Magical Drafts and Potions sat on your table, you felt plummeted since everyone had taken the newest looking editions. However, since you were too lazy to get up first, you had ended up with the potions book that looked like a cat had tossed around.

Sitting near the back, you decided it was best. Not only did this seat allow you to stare at Professor Snape in secrecy, but it gave you the chance to observe his features.

However, today, the empty spot was eradicated by yet another Slytherin you had eyed cautiously. He gave you a disgruntled look. "What? There are no more seats left." He murmured.

You nodded, irritated that you wouldn't be able to sketch or write about Professor Snape today. You had hoped that Draco sat next to you, temporarily.

"I will cut to the chase, no good morning for you all. I am aware most of you acknowledge but do not understand the importance of exquisite potion-making." Your ears always melted once he spoke fondly of potions and potion-making.

"NEWTS are approaching soon and concoctions and the brewing of potions will leave you stunned. Perhaps...in revealing your talents." You wondered if he would ever describe someone in an exquisite way, just like how he would describe the contents and purpose of specific potions. "Talent which some of you lack."

You bit your lip in secrecy. Oh boy. You were falling hard.

"Knowing your pathetic attempts in the past, I have decided to make all of you revise potions we have brewed in the past." He strutted around in class.

Nobody appeared to make a sound. Your eyes hooked onto the Professor, completely entranced by him.

"The potion that you will be constructing today, will be an elixir." He roamed around the class silently, his dark robes dragging along beneath the surface. "An elixir is a sweetened, aromatic solution used as medicine for those students with forgetful minds."

His hands were perfectly clasped until he stood still in the middle of the classroom. His eyes landing on a student with brown skin and natural curls who had been furiously writing away.

Her robes signified brown and blue, Ravenclaw. The sound of her quill scratching the parchment which was the sole purpose in disturbing the silent atmosphere.

"Miss Rune. May I ask for your full attention?" He asked. A few students had gasped, knowing that she had been caught.

Your lip quivered, you imagined yourself in that position, feeling a tinge of jealousy that the Professor never once had acknowledged or startled you in class anymore.

Despite him giving you 'detentions' you felt you could never get enough of him.

You did feel like your relationship grew with him, each time you both were alone you could sworn he had fond looking eyes as he scanned you—but in class, he ignored you. Always.

"Yes! Professor, I was writing the words that left your mouth." She said, in a much more confident voice and aura. You felt yourself resign a bit in your seat.

And she is a better talker than me. I look like an idiot, stuttering about. Snape probably sees me as a coward.

He always seems to be picking on her, each movement, each word, each breath...but never acknowledges me in class.

Does he favour her more than me?? She is pretty, kind but sometimes acts naive in front of Snape. I shouldn't be thinking like that...it's unlike me.

"Flip through your notebook Miss Rune, and show me your notes." He demanded. She nodded almost too quickly, huffing about as she took out the notebook that lay in her Tote bag. "Here, Professor." She held the book out to him.