The Seer and Half-Blood Prince (Snape X Reader)

☆꧁ 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 ꧂☆

My dim eyes blinked a couple of times before peering at the wall clock; it was already 6:15 p.m. "Shit, I'm late!" I jumped out of my bag as I grabbed my school bag and rushed out of the dorm.

I made my way down the stairs, all the way down to the dungeon. I could feel the temperature dropping dramatically. It was extremely quiet, unlike the rest of the castle. The atmosphere was eerie, any slight sound echoed against the stone walls. I arrived right in front of Snape's office. "He's gonna kill me." I knocked the door gently.

"Come in," a deep voice bellowed from inside the room. I entered the room, it was gloomy and dimly lit. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with slimy, revolting things like bits of animals and plants floating in potions of varying colours.

"Good evening, Professor Snape." I gulped, praying he won't mutilate and put parts of my body into one of those bottles.

Professor Snape was sitting on his desk, furiously scrawling on students' test papers.

"Shit, he's in a bad mood. I'm screwed for sure," that train of thought just crossed my mind.

"Evening... Miss... (l/n)..." He looked at me with squinted eyes before glancing at the Grandfather clock. "What time do you think it is, young lady?"

"Uhh... 6:45 p.m.?" I stammered, my palms were sweating a lot.

"You're so early, miss (l/n). You might as well just arrive tomorrow," He leered, not breaking eye contact with me.

"Sorry, Professor. I overslept," I broke the eye contact, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Take a seat," He said sternly, signaling me to sit on the opposite of his desk.

I sat down. He placed a quill, a bottle of ink and some parchment papers in front of me. "Write a 500-word essay regarding your misdemeanor,"

Damn, an essay. A bloody 500-word essay. Okay, I wasn't that great in bullshitting, I was more of a down-to-earth person.

"Or," Snape interrupted my internal monologue, "You can scrub the cauldrons, your choice,"

"No, thanks Professor." Did he just read my mind?

I dipped my quill into the bottle of ink and started writing (Read: bullshitting).

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I hereby state that I am extremely terribly sorry for my misdemeanor this morning because I was really frustrated at Bloody Draco frikkin' Malfoy, the spoiled daddy's little brat for messing with my cauldron and caused my potion to blow up. And also Professor Severus Snape for siding with him just because he's a Slytherin.

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Is this good enough? No, wait- Professor Snape asked me to write REGARDING my misdemeanor, not apologize for it. I decided to change my essay a bit.

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I, (y/n) (l/n), has been granted the permission to make the reasons behind my misdemeanor clear and understandable through this essay. Therefore, I, (y/n) (l/n) hereby state that I behave in that particular way due to my frustration towards Lucius Malfoy's spoiled bratty son, Draco Malfoy who somehow sabotaged my cauldron which induced explosion. I was also frustrated towards the Head of the Slytherin house who was also my potions class teacher, Professor Severus Snape for siding with Draco Malfoy just because he was a fellow member of the Slytherin house.