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The Potions Master

Severus looked out the window at the stormy sky. Slowly, he turned away from the now rain soaked window and ran his fingers through his black, greasy hair. Going to the mirror to see how much damage he had done to his stringy hair, he noticed several droplets of water on his cheeks. Thinking they were from the rain he quickly wiped them only to discover they were replaced promptly by others. Sitting down, he tried to think why he was crying. But at once he knew. It was her. Ever since she stepped into his classroom seven years ago, he had known that she was the one. She was the most intelligent witch of her age and maybe the most intelligent of previous generations. She had a beauty the was beyond the physical restrictions, a beauty that was beyond the comprehensions of those idiotic classmates of hers, truly a diamond in the rough. The truth was he was very lonely, he had not had companionship except for classes and meals and occasional interactions with his fellow staff members.

But, like always he was alone in the dungeons. "Let's face it," he said, "she could never love me, she thinks I'm an insensitive prick." Imagining her reaction to the knowledge that she was his one, his only, he frowned. "She probably has a hard time controlling herself from retching at the sight of me" he responded to his thought. "No wonder, at the hell I put her through." But after her brake-up with Victor Krum, she was really hurt, she needed familiarity, so she went back to weasly. But he saw, as time went on, their romance had put a strain on their friendship. What would happen to her after their relationship went sour.

Severus didn't know the answer to that question, but he wanted to be the one to console her when it was over. He strode to the mirror and took a good look at himself. Shoulder length, greasy black hair. Black eyes, like pools into oblivion. Sallow skin and crooked teeth. It was true; he was not much to look at. Suddenly, a thought entered his mind: it's the inside that counts. "That's true, but you have to have something to attract them to you," he sneered. Depressed, he changed into his pajamas and slipped under the covers and fell into a fitful sleep.