Severus Snape was in a foul mood (not that that was much of a surprise,) not only was the insufferable-know-it-all now the head girl at Hogwarts but once again Severus Snape had missed out on the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. This really shouldn't have shocked him, after all every year Dumbledore managed to find some dunderhead to fill the position. Snape lent forward and glared down the table, past Minerva, at the new professor who was happily chatting to the headmaster Albus Dumbledore. If only she would glance down the table, just so he could slip in one of his death-looks that he knew he did ever so well.
"Severus!" Snape's bitter thoughts were interrupted by Minerva McGonagall snapping at him, "Giving Professor LeLament the evil-eye will not make her resign."
"No," mumbled Snape, "but I would settle for her dropping dead. Now if you don't mind I would appreciate it if you went back to focusing on your toast and stayed out of my business." With that Snape continued to glare down the table only to notice the Professor wasn't even sitting at the table anymore, instead she was walking out of the Great hall. Now, thought Severus, would be the perfect time to intimidate her and initiate her into her year of grief that hopefully would be so dreadful she would have to resign. Snape smiled to himself as he left the Great hall after the unsuspecting Professor LeLament.
Snape strode into the corridor only to discover the new Professor was no where to be seen. Just as he was about to give up and go back to his porridge he felt someone softly tap him on the shoulder, quickly he spun around only to find himself face to face with the newest member of staff.
"Yes?" he snapped just inches from the professor's face yet much to his surprise she didn't flinch or show any signs of fear. What was going on? He was Snape, he was terrifying!
"Professor Erica LeLament, Defence Against the Dark Arts division," she said with arrogance to rival Snape's as she offered her hand.
"Yes, I know who you are." Snape mumbled, "And just let me warn you that not one Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has lasted more than a year."
"Maybe not, but you don't terrify me, however that's not why I'm here, I need to ask a favour from you." She smiled smugly at Snape who was positive she was laughing on the inside, the nerve, first she steals his job then she asks for favours. "I need you to make me Wolfbane potion."
"Why do you need," Snape stopped dead in his tracks, "WHAT! Another werewolf has stolen my job. Has Dumbledore gone mad? What if I say no?"
"I will have to make sure I am in your presence when I transform." She smiled at the now horrified Potions Master showing two very sharp and very scary canines. She reminded him of someone, who was it?
"LUPIN!" Snape was horrified as realisation hit him, "You're a Lupin!" This was the last straw, Snape was going to kill Dumbledore and invest in some silver bullets.