RIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!
The morning bell rang and Snape begrudgingly cracked his eyes open. The sunlight slipped in through the cracks in his rickety old shades. The light shone into his face and stung his eyes. He shut them tightly again. Ugh. Great way to start off a Monday morning. He thought, getting out of bed slowly and making his way outside.
By the time Snape got to the classroom, the whole class was there. He flicked his wand out of his robe pocket and pointed it at the blackboard at the front of the room. Then the sickly sweet smell of Lavender's perfume wafted up his nose. "UgH," he complained, glaring at her. "dIsGuStInG! TeN pOiNtS fRoM gRyFfInDoR!" All the Gryffindors in the room groaned and the Slytherins cackled with delight.
Snape withheld a smile. Sometimes the Slytherins under his power were right. Gryffindors were stupid, arrogant fools. And smelly ones, at that. "Lavender." he barked, turning around to face the girl. "Go wash those stinky fumes off yourself and if you don't make it back before the end of class, that's fifty points from Gryffindor!" Lavender's eyes widened and she dashed out, her bottle of perfume falling out of her hands and clattering onto the floor with a CLANK. It wasn't one one those muggle glass bottles that smashed on the floor if you knocked them over, but a tall metal one, with a label on it. This one's label read, 'Scent of lilies, pumpkins and oranges'.
Snape frowned and clenched his hands. This flower's name brought him unimaginable pain. But he had to be firm, for the sake of his class. "So, turn to page 394." He ordered, and everyone did. Well, almost everyone. "Potter." he snapped, giving the fool a dark scowl. "I said, turn to page 394."
"Yes, but-"
"yes sir!" corrected Snape, scowling even harder now.
"There's no need to call me sir, prof." Potter laughed, before slapping hands with Ronald Weasley, who sat next to him, and they laughed wildly until Snape glared again, and held back from giving them both massive wedgies and three weeks detention, not to mention the loss of not one, but TWO hundred points.
Instead, he said, "Get.out." Potter mimicked Snape's harsh snarl and snorted rudely before kicking the freshly painted classroom door open and strutting out.
"Just as idiotic and arrogant as his father." Snape murmured under his breath.
YOU ARE READING
A day of Snape's life in a nutshell
General FictionTHIS IS NOT FINISHED! NOT AT ALL! THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING! I'VE DONE MY WAITING! TWELVE YEARS OF IT. IN AZKABAN!
