The Nerve
Severus Snape stalked through the corridor, cloak billowing out behind him; he was late for supper due to the incessant whining of a Ravenclaw whom was not satisfied with his grade of an O. His temper the past few days had been even more precariously balanced than usual due to a new subject of the ironic name: Olde Magics. In fact, no- the subject didn't have his anger boiling over- it was the professor that was getting on his last nerve. She had given a Gryffindor a detention for that night before Severus had to give that same student detention for not copying down his notes. The entire night thirty minutes after supper began until midnight, now Severus had to move the brat's detention in with a damned Hufflepuff the next night and postponed the cleaning of rather archaic, cracking jars that always had more residue than others left due to the gaps.
Regina Mills was a rather…different character from a dull town in America, Story Brooke in Maine he believed. She was quiet with harsh voicing of opinions that held people's attention more so than say the oaf Hagrid's great booming, rather offensive volume of voice and size of presence. A regular height with plain, dark brown hair and plain brown eyes with an overall plain physical appearance; however she held an undeniable presence in any room she entered. The way she held herself made all eyes turn to her unconsciously, her posture impeccable and that of royalty.
The grand doors opened without a sound and Snape prowled around the hall to his place at the head table. His chair slid back in recognition as a commotion occurred around where Professor Sprout and Hagrid sat. Apparently a rather unsavory animal had been placed on Spouts plate and Hagrid was doing the best he could to save it. When he took his seat, still glancing over in anticipation of the newly hatched runt of an acromantula running around when he caught Regina's eye; that woman had the nerve to smirk at him.
