Sara Julianne Reinhardt::1/31/12::Vocabulary Short Story
Once upon a time there was a miraculously skilled Potions master named Severus Tobias Snape. The raven-haired Professor is known for his mellifluously silky voice, which he frequently makes use of nastily critiquing his student's work with his famed snarky attitude.
One afternoon, he was in the dungeons working on brewing a metamorphosis potion that enabled him to find his Animagus form. He was brewing this Potion so he could brag about his skills at the Annual Potions Master Convention held in Muggle London.
As he brewed, Harry and Draco were outside of his office, dueling due to Draco calling Hermione a Mudblood…again. As Draco cast yet another strong disarming charm, Harry lost his equilibrium as he dove to the side and tumbled head over heels into the irate Potions master's classroom.
As he blinked owlishly up at the lithe black-clad man, he realized he was going to be in need of an analgesic potion when his Professor released his nonpareil temper on the lionized Boy-Who-Lived.
Plastering a sneer on his face, Severus prepared himself to tear into the boy. But before he could utter a word, Draco burst into the room, shouting a bellicose curse at Potter. Said malefic curse flew towards the nearest target, which happened to be Severus.
Severus dodged to the side and snarled icily as his Godson caught sight of him, "Enough." His voice was like black velvet, silky and as deadly as a striking cobra.
Both boys gulped as the coldly enraged Potions master approached them, onyx eyes narrowed into slits and sparking with barely contained fury. The young blonde Slytherin immediately began a discursive speech about how everything was Harry's fault and not his, and how his Godfather should take points from Gryffindor and not his own House.
As soon as the Head of Slytherin was nearly contiguous with the two boys, Draco stopped, voice catching in his throat. The students shared a terrified glance and readied themselves for the verbal lashing they were about to receive.
Severus took several deep, calming breaths, swearing to himself that he would not attempt to strangle either one of the two that had disrupted his peace. Instead in a deadly quiet voice, he assigned them a detention each and advised them to be punctilious.
Both Harry and Draco sighed heavily and relief and scampered off, sure to thank their Professor most graciously as they made a mad dash for the door. By the time they had arrived at their appropriate common rooms, Severus was happily back to brewing, door to his office firmly closed as he congratulated himself on another good job done on terrifying his first years.