𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞

Walking through the halls you mentally prepare yourself to meet with the headmaster—Snape. Ever since the war and he took over things have been running smoother in the school, but of course, it still was intimidating to even look at the man now in charge.

You reach the office door and knock, you hear a deep voice say "enter" from the other side of the door and slowly push it open, your hands folded behind your back as you fiddle with them anxiously.

Snape's dark eyes flick up from his mound of papers to you.

"What do you want?" He speaks in a sharp and cutting tone.

"I was wondering if I could borrow a restricted book, sir." You state quickly.

His eyes scan you up and down before he sighs and speaks again.
"Which and why."

You inform him which restricted book—it's one for potions so you hope he would understand since he was the old potions master.

"Okay..." He looks back at his paper. "And why do you need it, Ms. [Last Name]?"

"I've been studying potions a lot more recently, I think I want to pursue a career in it when I graduate this year, sir."

He nods, "And why do you need a restricted book? There are other potion books above the 8th year curriculum that are not restricted."

"I know, sir, but I have already read all of those books."

Snape's eyes narrow, clearly skeptical of your answer.
"All of them?" He chuckles dryly, "There are well over 100 books on potions that you 8th years have access to for this exact reason and you're telling me you have already read all them?" He looks you up and down again.

You nod, "Yes, sir. That is exactly what I'm saying." You look nervous but your words don't lie—you have read all of them.

He glares at you, "Fine, but... you may only use the book in my presence, report back here once you retrieve it." He snaps.

Quickly you flee the room and run to the library, once there you inform the librarian about the books approval—they already knew you were asking, plus they might've smuggled it for you if Snape said no—they hand you the book with a smile. You take the book then walk back to the Headmaster's office with the book clutched against your chest closely. 

Snape's eyes look up at you when you return, he motions to a small black leather couch a few feet from his desk. You walk over to it and sit down, a small coffee table was before it and you place the book down before opening it. Opening your bag you pull out a notepad, reading the first page you feel eyes on you but you don't dare to look his way—well—until he spoke.

"You seem prepared." Snape says.

You nod, not daring to say a word to him.
Your work session continues for the next hour—you have never been this determined to work on something before, plus... you want to impress someone nearby.

"Ms. [Last Name" Your eyes dart to the voice, "Come here." Headmaster Snape said.

You stand from your spot on the couch and walk over, "Yes, sir?"

"What is the real reason you needed the restricted book?" He asks, his tone now more curious then aggressive.

"I told you the reason earlier, Headmaster..."

He sighs and nods, "Are you done studying?"

"I was going to read maybe.. two-three more pages?"

"Then do it. I want you to do something for me afterwards." Snape states.