So, tonight was...interesting.
I was woken in the middle of the night by loud cracks and bangs from the kitchen. I silently made my way down the hall and peeked around the corner, where Tiffany stood, hunched over a pot and stirring its contents rhythmically. I noticed her face appeared slightly slimmer and her cheekbones were quite impressive. I think it was just the shadows though. I suspect they won't be as prominent in the daylight.
I watched for a moment as she added random things to whatever was cooking in that pot. The moonlight shone in eerily and I was actually quite creeped out. Even more so when her eyes shot up to meet mine, fury growing in her orbs.
"What are you doing here, Dac Tyl?!" she hissed. I tried to calm my racing heart. I never read the books or saw the movies but if this was how Snape was you can count me out of Hogwarts.
"Uh, um, well, you see," it continued like that for a while. I couldn't look at her. She stared without waver. "What are you doing, Tiffany?" I returned.
"I...am doing what a potions master does best. I am making a potion."
"Oh!" It came out as a sort of squeak. "What...potion are you making?"
"Don't you recognize it? You'd smell what you love."
"Oh. Um, Amor...pension. Right?"
She rolled her eyes with so much edge it scared me.
"Amortentia, you dunce. No wonder you're failing. Grab me the snail butts."
"Snail...butts." I tentatively crossed the dark kitchen and grabbed a jar of what looked like peanuts. Tiffany didn't notice as she deftly added them to the 'brew'.
"Are you planning to leave?" she asked, not bothering to turn and look at me. I stood frozen for a moment before jumping into action.
"Oh...yeah. Sure thing. See you in the morning, Tiffany."
I quickly rushed to the entrance of the hall, only stopped by a soft (yet frighteningly cold) voice.
"That's 'Professor'...to you."
With shivers running up and down my spine, I hurried back to my room and jumped under the covers, wondering whether or not I should lock the door. Who knew she would get this creepy. I thought Snape was just emo...
-Tara Dac Tyl
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The Snape Trimester
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