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MY TEACHING POST!!!
Well after long awaited news on the matter of the Defense against the Dark Arts position I have found to my dismay that I id no fill the requirements. Again. So I took it to Dumbledore. Bloody idiot.
"Dumbledore I have something to say." I said as I walked into his room.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Severus. I think I know exactly what you want to say." He replied with that knowing look that makes me want to blast him through the walls. "Youuuuuuuuuu want to knnnnowwwwwww…………"
"Would you stop talking soooooooooo slooooooowwlly!" I snapped one day his age will catch up with him and h will quickly die but one can only hope.
"I apologize. You want to know why I picked Lockhart over you."
"Err well duh." I said and as soon as I did I regretted it. I sounded like a fricking school boy. Dumbledore smiled at me, why must he always smile, I don't find this particularly amusing.
"Severus we've been over this. I don't think you're suitable."
"Oh so you don't trust me." I said accusingly.
"No, that's not what I said."
"But it's what you meant." I said trying to grab the upper hand.
"Severus kindly remove yourself from my office."
"I am not leaving 'till I get what I want." I said stamping my foot on the ground, god I might as well roll around on the floor kicking and screaming. I sound like a bloody two year old.
"Severus get out."
"Fine!" God I caved so quickly. "But you mark my words; I will get that teaching post!"
"Severus do as you please but I will not give in to you petty threats."
So I stormed off hoping not to make anymore of a fool of myself. I would get my revenge.
I stormed off down the hall my cloak swishing behind me. I LOVE how it does that; it makes me seem so evil. Mwahahahaha. So anyway then I bumped into Potter, quite literally so naturally I took some points off his house and gave him a night time detention. That will teach him.
I swooped down to my dungeons to find that Percy Weasly and Penelope Clearwater making out. I almost threw up it was enough to emotionally scar me for the rest of my life that's therapy on Wednesdays as well as Fridays now. YAY! I have to talk to the creepy woman who makes me talk to puppets; I'M NOT FIVE FOR GODS SAKE! I don't want to talk to crappy sock puppets with over sized buttons for eyes, they creep me out.
A/N: Well I hope you liked this exceedingly short chapter and I will update soon. Please review!