Snape wasn't all bad.
His concentration was seemingly on his evening tea but Snape's ears were all around the staff room. Teachers kept to themselves these days, not saying much if it was not absolutely essential to the welfare of a student. Other than that, the teachers of Hogwarts, as well as the students, harboured broken spirits under the authority of the Carrows. Even Quidditch had been cancelled and the effect of this was noticeable in the student body and even the teachers.
In the staff room, teachers were holding private conversations. Some Professors were crying together, others were fretting about their families and most were looking at the two Carrow siblings with the utmost contempt. But these two siblings were engaged in a private conversation of their own.
Snape's ears perked up at the mention of a familiar name. It was the slick, cool voice of Alecto Carrow. "Yes the Weasley girl, always wearing Potter's Quidditch jerseys around school in support of him…Amycus, I do not like to be countermanded," she whispered to her brother, her eyes darting about the staff room. "We must do something or soon that blasted army of Dumbledore's will revolt."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That ship had long sailed, Dumbledore's precious band of teenagers had already revolted. And why did those blasted Weasleys have to make his job so damn difficult? Snape shook the thought of throttling Ginny Weasley away and tried to listen to the conversation more closely. "The next time she is seen wearing Potter paraphernalia, she will earn a private detention…with me." Amycus' smirk looked severely out of place. Anything that could possibly make the man look happy did not suit him, Snape thought.
With a pointed look at Minerva, he beckoned her over to the table where he was seated. Looking as tired as ever, the Transfiguration professor trudged over to the Headmaster and sighed deeply, "Yes, Headmaster?" the forced politeness in her tone stung a little, but not enough to derail him from the favour he was about to ask of her. "What is it?"
"Professor McGonagall," His black eyes met her darkly circled ones for a fleeting moment. "I want Ginevra Weasley's dorm searched. Get shot of anything that relates to Potter—do no look at me like that. That is an order."
"As you wish," McGonagall said softly and disappeared from the staff room. The contempt in her voice was evident but Snape already knew that he was widely hated amongst the staff.
He had nothing to lose.
