Professor Severus Snape sneered down at the incompetent first year.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Mr. Laggletoph, for your lack of attention. The potion recipe clearly calls for chopped newt liver-not diced. Hard to believe you haven't killed anyone yet." With that, he swept away from the bumbling baffoon of a boy.
He settled into his chair, glaring over the group of first year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Each and every one he made eye contact with quickly looked away, loathe to instigate the Dungeon Bat's ire. He smirked to himself. This was their first class of Potions, yet they already feared and despised him. His thin lips slightly curled upwards, in the semblance of a smile.
Luna Lovegood's elbow was propped up on the flat desk, and her chin was cupped in her hand, the fingers curled around the side of her face. His smile looks quite like it pains him, she thought to herself, Kiggle-Lotts must be infesting his lips.
Whisked away on her train of thought, Luna didn't notice Professor Snape looking at her. Well, 'glaring' was perhaps a more accurate description. He launched out of his seat and stalked toward her.
"Miss Lovegood! What has so entirely captured your mind that you cannot focus on your potion?"
She jerked her chin out of her hand and looked up at him in surprise.
"Why, I was thinking about-"
"Not your potion, as you have made painfully clear." He gestured to her cauldron. It was empty. "By now, you should be halfway complete with your potion brewing."
"-the Kiggle-Lotts that are in your lips," She continued, as if he hadn't interrupted her explanation. The mention of their Professors' lips caught the attention of the students in the immediate vicinity. He glared down at her, his beady eyes barely visible through his heavy lids.
"Fives points from Ravenclaw for neglecting my instuctions. Five more for talking of imaginary creatures, and five more for thinking about my lips."
He walked back to his desk, pleased with himself for taking twenty-five points so early in the day already. Murmurs of, "Loony Lovegood, she is," reached his ears, but he ignored it. She was a strange, annoying little creature.