Tock. Tock. Tock.
Severus Snape has layed down his quill and glared at the distant corner of his classroom. He found no reason to bother and stand up from his desk. The dripping will surely stop.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
Glaring at the sink and the tap that was leaking, he continued correcting the homeworks. Surely he could concentrate and ignore that annoying sound.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
He almost grabbed his wand. Still, he didn't. As one of the greatest Occlumists in the world, if not the greatest, he could sure control his emotions.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
No more mercy! Completely giving up on those homeworks, he started thinking about the curses he could use to stop the dripping. Something grand. Something loud.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
Now, with the wand in his hand, he aims at the corner. He says ˝Diffindo˝ and in one blast, almost nothing in that part of the classroom remaines undamaged.
Cling. Cling. Cling.
Few of his vials exploded to and the shattered pieces of glass were now landing on the cold floor, causing a small symphony of sounds.
Cling. Cling. Cling.
Those were the last vials. He took his quill and his eyes are once again focused on the papers before him. So many things to do...
Tock. Tock. Snap.
The quill was snapped between his long white fingers. He glares around, trying to find the cause of this noise. Nothing.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
He was doomed. Cursed. Overwhelmed with sadness, he placed his head in his hands. Funny, the sound seemed louder now...
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK.
His eyes now notice the source of the ticking noise. That blasted mysterious ticking noise. Indeed, there it was, right before his hooked nose.
TOCK. TOCK. TOCK.
He destroyed a part of his classroom because of nothing. Sometimes he really was too reckless. How did he survive as a spy for so long? He crossed his arms on his chest.
Tock. Tock. Tock.
From all the presents Dumbledore gave him, this wristwatch was probably the worst of them all.