The Oil Man and the Nerd Boy

The Oil Headmaster

Snep, the mean old Headmaster of Hogwarts walked down the corridors of his school. The students screamed in fear at the sight of him and slammed themselves against the walls, or fled into classrooms to avoid Snep. Snep was mad. He scowled madly at the students and continued down the hall, long greasy strands of grease dripping off his inky hair. He did not care, he poured canola oil over his head every morning, as part of the aesthetic. Bonus points for making students slip on the oil in the hallway, as well as making Folch clean it up. Snep glared evilly at the students, who stared wide eyed back in fear. Suddenly, a nerd! Snep slammed into Herry Putter, his arch nemesis. Hary's glasses broke with a crunch and he looked up at Snep in madness.
"Oi mate, watch where you're going bruv or Imma have to scrap with you!" Herry pushed up his broken glasses on his nose and stomped past Snep. The grease man was mad. How dare the nerd insult him like that. Snep turned to give Hery a piece of his mind, but the nerd boy had already disappeared through the throngs of students, lost to sight. Smep sighed and continued down the hallway. He would see Herry in Potions, that was for sure. Ohoho! Snep had an evil thought. What if he were to embarrass Hery in Potions, and make him fail? That would be proper villainous punishment for a glasses wearing nerd like him. Snep smiled evilly, he was so smart. Snep then slipped on his canola oil on the floor, and glided ungracefully down the hallway. He slipperly stood up, and played it off as intentional. Convenient transportation, that is what that is. Learn it. Snep reached his office and went inside, his mind scheming.