A potion bubbled and smoked in the dim lighting of the closed room. A tall man with greasy-looking black hair that went down to his shoulders and an aristocratic yet hooked nose bent over the heated cauldron. A shade of green so vile it almost induced vomiting from the color alone, the potion in the cauldron bubbled thickly as the black-haired man stirred it almost absently.
Suddenly, without any sort of warning at all, the thick wooden door that was the only entrance to the dark and dank room slammed open. The man didn't so much as blink, even when an empty vial sailed over his head to hit the wall behind him. Vials filled with all sorts of things kept flying around the classroom, some coming dangerously close to him and the potion he was still meticulously stirring.
Finally he sighed, setting the glass rod, which he had been using to stir the thick bubbling mass, on the desk beside the cauldron. "To what do I owe this visit, Miss Granger?" he asked, stepping away from the slowly boiling potion. The girl in the doorway stepped inside the dreaded potions classroom, undoing her robes as she went.
"I need a word with you, Professor Snapeā¦" she said, removing her robes to reveal a short green skirt and shiny off shoulder silver blouse. Hanging her plain black robe on a nearby chair, she made her way back to the door. "It's about my extra credit project, sir," she said, closing the door and leaning on it.
