My Life As It Relates to Severus Snape
"Have Yourself a Merry Little Snape"
Life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is something entirely special. So special, some would rather gnaw off their own arms and legs than be expelled from such a school. Maybe I wouldn't go so far as that, but you never know.
I must tell you right off that there is one person at Hogwarts who I would gnaw my own legs and arms for...(I am just kidding! You get it, right? A joke!)...and that person is Prof. Severus Snape. He is so much better than mermaids, centaurs, womping trees, killer spiders, every flavor beans, and crystal balls put together! I would bore you in my lengthy, long-winded descriptions of his most admirable traits and abilities. So yeah, you get it, I really admire this guy, and he is my potions teacher. Naturally, potions is my favorite class and the one in which I most excel in. Unfortunately, my friend Augusta Witherwood, is also an admirer of our Potions Master, and she also does just as good if not better in potions class. We have on going friendly competition on who is his best student.
("I am better at potions than you are, Nicole! Did you see his look when he looked into my cauldron?"
"Obviously a look of disgust! He looked at mine 1.2 seconds longer than yours, Augusta!"
"Did not!"
"Did too! I counted!"
"No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did!")
As you can see we are looked upon by our classmates as mentally challenged. They usually stay away from us, which is fine with me because I think them worse than mentally challenged. (Who could not like Prof. Snape? Could "dislike" be put in the same sentence as "Severus Snape"?)
Unfortunately for both my friend and me, we aren't in Slytherin House. If I would have known back in my first year that there was such a teacher as Severus Snape, I would probably have threatened the Sorting Hat. (All right you dumb ol' hat, put me in Slytherin House or it is off to a garage sale!) Augusta Witherwood was placed into Ravenclaw and I, Nicole Pervensy, was placed in Hufflepuff. (I hate the hat!) So, I got Prof. Sprout for a Head of House, instead of the illustrious Prof. Snape. God, just shoot me. (At least I didn't get a little dwarf for a Head of House, haha! Poor Augusta.) So this is the story of My Life As It Relates To Severus Snape.
It was the third year of Hogwarts, and things had been going quite smoothly in my studies. All around me there were the signs of Christmas and the sounds of caroling and laughter. There were also a lot of mistletoe hanging about which my friend and I avoided at all costs.
So we were sitting around one day, doing some homework and I said,
"What if I got Professor Snape a gift for Christmas?"
My friend looked up at me and with her raised eyebrow that suggested I was a crazy idiot said,
"Where did you get such an idea?"
"It just came to me. I think he would like it." I said.
"It would be an insult to his very being." she said and that was the end of the matter.
Or so she thought. I disagreed, because I believed Prof. Snape didn't get that many gifts, and it would cheer him up to get one. Unfortunately, I didn't know what to get him. What would the best Potions Master in the world want?
I was pondering this while walking down the hall. Suddenly I heard his most distinctive and smooth voice echoing towards my way. Ah, I thought in a panic, act natural! I pretended to be very interested in the wall.
"I am pleased to know that we have gotten this cleared up, Prof. Flickwick." said Prof. Snape. "My office doorway is not a Christmas Tree."
"Of course, Prof. Snape." said the small squeaky voice of Prof. Flickwick.
Prof. Flickwick hobbled dwarfishly down the hallway, seeming a little disappointed at Prof. Snape's obvious anti-Christmas spirit. I had decided to just stay where I was and pretend I was invisible. For about 2.5 seconds Prof. Snape and I were together in the same hallway! What a stroke of luck! A stroke of brilliance! A stroke of-
"Hello, Nicole! Guess what I got?" said the voice of a boy whose face just materialized in front of mine.
"Wha...?" I stuttered as the handsome, but boyish features of Ewan Evans blocked my view of Prof. Snape. I pushed him out of the way and watched with disappointment as Prof. Snape's swooshing robes disappeared around a corner.
"Noooo." I groaned.
"Uh, hello, Nicole!" said Ewan unscathed by my first rejection of him as he took my hand.
"What do you want?" I asked, as I pulled my hand away from his. Ewan Evans was an intelligent and handsome boy of Hufflepuff House. He somehow got it into his mind since my first year that we were meant to be soul mates. He has never relented in his pursuit of my love. It wasn't like I hated him or that I couldn't imagine us as a "couple", but I was only 13 and he just ruined my Prof. Snape Time! As he always did!
"Guess what I got!" he asked again, I could tell he was very excited.
"What?" I said humoring him.
"This!" and with a flourish presented a twig of mistletoe above our heads and proceeded to try and kiss me. I dodged smoothly from his kiss and began to walk away from him.
"Hey hey! Come on, just one kiss!" he begged as he matched my walking speed.
"No, " I said firmly.
"Aw," he whined and tossed the mistletoe aside. "Well, how about going to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?"
I was about to tell him to buzz off, but then I remembered I needed to find Prof. Snape a gift. I stopped walking and looked at him squarely.
"All right," I said. "But no holding hands, no love poems, and above all no kissing."
It was as if I just said yes to his marriage proposal. He whooped with delight and made me feel very embarrassed to be around him.
"Great! See you then!" he exclaimed and dashed off in state of merriment. I was glad to be rid of him and went to thinking about Prof. Snape's gift.
When the weekend came around, Ewan, myself, and of course others with permission slips, went to Hogsmeade. I didn't mind the cold since I felt nice and comfortable in my thick clothing. I found the snow to be very beautiful, and every chance I could I would throw a snowball at Ewan. That kid still can't figure out it was me!
We walked around, enjoying the sights of Hogesmeade village. I was growing increasingly agitated because there was not a single thing I could see that my Potions Master would like for Christmas.
"Why are you buying him a gift anyway?" asked Ewan as he munched on some candy.
"What a stupid question!" I exclaimed. "How would you like it if no one bought you a Christmas gift, but everyone else around you has one? How would you feel?"
"That isn't fair! I am actually a likable person." he stated with pride.
"And Prof. Snape isn't?"
"Uuuuh…is that a trick question?"
"Rrrr!" I growled in agitation and turned away from him. I then felt my eyes pop out of their sockets as I laid eyes on Prof. Severus Snape himself!
"Eee!" I squealed and grabbed the oblivious Ewan to hide behind some singing carolers.
"What's the big deal?" he asked annoyed. I pointed in silent excitement where Prof. Snape was walking with much precision as ever.
"So?" asked Ewan.
"So! I can't believe it!" I cried and kept my eyes on his walking form. "I wonder if he is looking for something particular. Maybe I can find out what he would like! Eeek!"
"This guy is like Gildroy Lockheart to you." said Ewan in exasperation. I grabbed him roughly and started pulling him along as I followed Prof. Snape.
"Not like Gildroy Lockheart," I said. "Girls like him for his looks; I admire Prof. Snape for his character."
"What character?" Ewan asked incredulously.
"Shut up!" I hissed and stopped abruptly as Prof. Snape turned into the post office.
"I don't want to watch Snape do his errands!" whined Ewan.
"Professor Snape, and just shut up!" I hissed again and then began to get my mind turning. I knew that stalking Prof. Snape was ultimately a bad idea. This guy did not miss a thing, and would probably detect my outlandish behavior before I could even say "Merry Christmas!" That would be very, very bad. Then again, I had to buy him a gift! I was determined, and not even Prof. Snape himself would stop me from buying him a gift.
"All right, Ewan." I said in a whisper. "We are going to follow Prof. Snape, but we have to act natural and pretend we are perfectly innocent."
"You are going to stalk him?" bellowed Ewan in shock.
"This "stalk" word is pretty harsh. I prefer to use "following with admiration"." I said. "Now, be serious. Prof. Snape is well known for being a master of Occulmency. If we don't put a convincing façade, we are dead! And I will hate you forever!"
This exclamation from me made him pay attention to what I had to say. I interlocked our arms as if we were a happy couple, and began to walk casually just as Prof. Snape left the post office. I must gloat and say that I was a master at acting completely innocent and oblivious. I could probably become a master of Occulmency myself.
("Prof. Snape can you teach me Occulmency?" "No!") I could dream.
Unfortunately, my partner in crime was Ewan Evans, a boy would could not pretend, control, or act differently than what he felt even if his life depended on it! Even when my life depended on it! It became increasingly clear to me that it was obvious on what we were trying to accomplish. I didn't want to risk it so I forced us to turn into the sickeningly sweet store of Madame Puddifoot's. I watched as Prof. Snape turned into Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.
"That was useless!" I exclaimed not caring that eyes were turned in our direction.
"What did I do?" whined Ewan.
"What did you not do?" I said and then sighed with exasperation. "It is no use! We might as well just go back to Hogwarts."
I grabbed Ewan's hand feeling quite disappointed. I would never find Prof. Snape a gift! Just as we turned out of Madame Puddifoot's, I was met with a sight that almost caused me to stop breathing!
There was Prof. Snape standing with menace, arm's crossed, black eyes glaring, and face turned in a sour expression. I just starred at him unable to speak.
"But you…we saw…you were over there." stuttered Ewan as he made shocked gestures towards Scrivenshaft's shop.
"What keen perception, Mr Evans." spoke Prof. Snape with a voice as soft as the snow falling on us but as deadly as a snake's hiss. "Would you two mind telling me why you are imprudently following me?"
I knew all the danger signs of his speech patterns. He was very angry I knew, and Hufflepuff would probably loose points over this. I wouldn't doubt he would give us detention too! I never felt more exposed in my life than when Prof. Snape glared down at me with a stare that was as merciful as poison tipped daggers. (At the time I felt extremely bad, but later on when I was alone in my bed I went squealing into my pillow!)
Immediately Ewan began to back away and stutter some unintelligible excuse that brought an even more sour expression to the Potion Master's face. I, however, hung my head down in shame.
"There is no excuse that I can give that will justify my behavior." I said.
I could see the Prof. Snape was about to deliver the punishment for such behavior when behind me there was a loud exclamation of some kind and before I knew it a bucket full of slimy slugs flew passed me and splashed in one sickening moment onto Prof. Snape!
I gasped in surprise, but passer byes began to laugh (behind their hands and scurrying away quite quickly I might add!). I turned around to see that Ewan was on the ground as well as an elderly man who I assumed must have been carrying the bucket of slugs. (Slugs! Of all things! What the heck!)
"Ewan Evans!" I screeched. In the amount of time this happened, which was in a matter of seconds, I had avoided looking at my professor. I looked at him now, and there Prof. Snape stood proud and dignified, with slugs dripping down his black robes. The slime slipped down onto the snow making little gooey puddles. The sight was truly hilarious, but I had no inclination to laugh though others did. Ewan starred with a dumbfounded expression up towards Prof. Snape and the elderly man was grumbling in protest about how young people didn't have any respect for their elders. I felt extremely hopeless and I looked into Prof. Snape's black eyes which were veiled and unforgiving.
"Fifty points from Hufflepuff. I will see you in detention, Mr. Evans and Ms. Pervensy!" he hissed with such venom I flinched at the force of it.
Thus he turned away with flourish and walked with his robes billowing and snails trailing. I groaned and didn't even bother to help Ewan off from the ground. I walked back to Hogwarts completely ruined and crying!
("Nicole! You must believe me! I didn't see the old guy there! Hey, don't be mad at me! I never intended that to happen. I just backed up and the old guy was there! I mean why was he carrying slugs in a bucket anyway? Nicole! Don't be mad! Nicole!"
"You did what! Nicole! Ewan! This is an outrage! As far as I am concerned I hope Prof. Snape gives you detention for the rest of the year!")
With the sound of Ewan's whining and Augusta's scolding, I went to bed that night feeling very torn up. To go along with the squealing in my pillows there were also tears of shame. All I had wanted was to buy my favorite teacher a gift. One simple Christmas gift and this is what happens. What was I going to do? I couldn't live with such a rejection. It was worse than any punishment Prof. Snape could offer. If only I could somehow...
That was it! I sat up in my bed and felt a rush of excitement. It would be the perfect gift for just such an occasion and it would help explain everything! I was a genius. I went to bed happily after that.
"It is a complete shade of deepest of ebonies and the fabric is most convenient. It is breathes like cotton for the hotter parts of the year, but in the winter it is warm and comfortable. The fabric is smooth to the touch and billows quite freely which is very important. Inside it has silky lining and I even had it customized with added pockets that have simple Slytherin symbol embellishments for an extra artistic touch. All in all it is the best of the best."
"Gosh! All right, Nicole." groaned Augusta. "I think we saw it for ourselves."
"Yes," I sighed with satisfaction and pride. "He looked quite nice wearing it today in class."
"That is disturbing." said Ewan in agitation. "But how did you make him wear it?"
"I didn't make him wear it, Ewan." I said with a roll of my eyes. "I simply wrote a card explaining everything. I told him that I wasn't trying to get out of detention or anything, but I thought he should know the truth of the matter. I also told him I hoped these new robes would make up for the humiliation and damage. I always believed that when in doubt, always tell the truth!"
"Right," said Augusta with a smirk worthy of Prof. Snape himself. "I bet his robes were completely destroyed by the likes of you two so he had no choice but to wear the one you gave him until he could get another one."
"You are just jealous that I gave him a gift he actually liked!"
"I am not jealous!"
"Yes you are!"
"No I am not!"
"Please! You two are freaking me out." exclaimed Ewan. "Besides, Nicole, you and I have to get to detention." Ewan made a face of utter loathing and annoyance at the prospect of being in the dungeons with Prof. Snape once again. "My entire Christmas ruined! He makes us do the most worthless of stuff. I don't know how he thinks of them!"
"I for one am enjoying my detention." I said barely containing a squeal of excitement. "I already was punished by the very act of having done such a thing to my dear Potions Master."
"Easy for you," grumbled Ewan looking quite down. I smiled quite mischievously and tapped his shoulder. He turned around to look at me, and I quickly whisked out a mistletoe and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. I giggled and began to skip down to Prof. Snape's dungeon. By the look on Ewan's face I figured he probably would spend the rest of eternity in detention with Prof. Snape if I asked him.
I quickly mouthed to Augusta "Are too!" and she frowned and mouthed, "Am not!"
("Mr. Evans where has your head gone? Can't you see you have sorted these files in the wrong order? Alphabetical! Didn't I specify them to be Alphabetical? Mr. Evans, you will pay attention will I am addressing you!")
Truely a Merry Christmas after all and I looked forward to a generous New Year with my favorite Potions Master and his special new robes that I had given him. sigh giggle
"Snape Loves Me, He Loves Me Not"
I must pride myself in my extensive knowledge and insight into Prof. Snape's character. It has served me well in understanding the reason why he does the things he does. I also know how to handle and maintain perfect composure when in his classroom. There are several key things you have to remember when going into his class, because you might become overwhelmed by his cruel behavior. (Some call him "sadistic". Isn't that a little harsh?)
1. Develop a strange sense of humor so that you think Prof. Snape's sarcasm is the funniest thing since burnt toast.
2. Do not, I repeat, do NOT have a low self esteem. You will be ripped to shreds.
3. You must not have a sensitive nature.
4. Never, if you value your life, ever question his authority.
5. Shut up unless he asks the class a question. Only then may you speak up, but make sure you aren't always the one answering all the questions.
So those are just a few tips to remember when you are going into his class. If you follow them and keep them in mind, you will soon discover that maybe Prof. Snape isn't so bad. That is how I became his favorite student. (Yes, Augusta, I am his favorite!) However, there was a time in which I found myself slipping from the throne of his great esteem.
It was in my fourth year, and things were going pretty normal. It was exciting because the Yule Ball was going to be held that year, and so all the boys and girls were in a giggle, love fest. Augusta wasn't really into the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I wasn't either, but you know, I had my little problem.
("Nicole, will you-"
"Yes, Ewan, I will go to the ball with you. Go away."
"You...you will? Great!")
So that was how I found myself with a date at the Yule Ball. I must admit that Ewan looked pretty cute all dressed up in his tuxedo. I thought we looked like a distinguished couple; I especially as I wore my royal blue gown covered in black lace. Augusta looked very adorable wearing a pale green gown that flattered her red hair and fair skin.
There we were then, us three looking beautiful and glamorous as dancing couples twirled around us and laughter filled the air.
"This is marvelous!" I exclaimed. "Everyone looks so happy and wonderful."
"Yeah," said Ewan as he shifted nervously. "Uh, maybe we could be one of those happy couples if we-"
"Eeeeek!" I squealed.
"Must you do that?" sighed Augusta.
"I know you would do that same if you weren't so dignified! It is our Professor!" I exclaimed and pointed to him as he spoke with some other members of the staff and the Headmaster. Ewan let out an extensive groan and Augusta rolled her eyes.
"Really, this is why I am Prof. Snape's favorite student." she said. "You act like a giggling fan girl."
"I just got this brilliant idea!" I said with excitement as I ignored both of them. "What if I asked Prof. Snape to dance with me?"
Both of them gave me looks of complete horror and I blinked back at them in complete innocence.
"You can't possibly...!"
"You don't mean...!
They both exclaimed at once and I burst out into a fit of laughter.
"You should see your faces!"
"You can't possibly be serious, Nicole!" gasped Augusta finally. "That...that would be the most ultimate insult to his very existence! You can't do that!"
"Uh! How about it being just plain wrong!" exclaimed Ewan. "You are joking, Nicole. Please tell me you are joking."
"Oh come on! No one ever dances with Prof. Snape and he never seems to enjoy himself at parties." I said. "I know I am just a student and hardly a woman, but I am a girl nevertheless. I am also a girl who admires and respects him, so I think it would be a nice thing to ask him to dance."
"If you really respected him you wouldn't do this!" hissed Augusta.
"Nonsense," I said and began to walk towards Prof. Snape. Ewan and Augusta tried to grab me back but I dodged them and presented myself right up front. Prof. Sprout, Prof. McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore all stopped talking and starred at me with inquisitive expressions. I had eyes only for Prof. Snape and he looked down at me as if I were some worm who had just crawled from out of the ground.
"Professor Snape," I began sweetly. "Would you like to dance?"
My request wasn't received very well. Prof Sprout and Prof. McGonagall tried to control their laughter and the Headmaster's mouth twitched in amusement and his eyes sparkled. As for my professor, he looked at me as if I had just grown two heads, two very ugly heads I might add.
"Well, Severus," began the headmaster. "Are you going to answer the girl?"
Prof. Sprout and Prof. McGonagall's faces were red as they tried to hold in their fits of laughter. I could tell by Prof. Snape's sour expression he wished to say many biting and insulting things to me at this very moment. However, I was determined, and not even Prof. Snape was going to stop me from doing this. (Besides, I knew he wouldn't dare say anything cruel in front of the Headmaster.)
"Very well." he said and with those two words composed himself behind an expressionless mask.
It wasn't like I was a petite girl. On the contrary I was very tall for my age, so the dancing wasn't awkward. It also wasn't awkward, for me at least, to be starred at by almost everyone in the ballroom. Let us just say my mind was occupied by other thoughts.
(Oh my God! I am dancing with Prof. Snape! Severus Snape! I am dancing with him! Eeeek! Dancing! I can't believe I am dancing with him!)
I cannot describe to you how it was dancing with the Potions Master. The honor I felt in dancing with my favorite teacher was beyond human articulation. I was so overwhelmed I didn't bother burdening Prof. Snape with small talk. We danced in utter silence, and I hope in some small way I made my Potions Master happy. Or not.
The song ended much too soon in my opinion, and Prof. Snape whisked himself away in an extreme hurry without saying a word. (Even an insult or sarcastic jibe would have been nice!) Everyone around me looked at me as if I were a leper and moved quickly out of my way whenever I passed. What idiots.
"What have you done!" exclaimed Augusta as she came up to me. "How did you even get Prof. Snape to dance with you? Nicole, this is an outrage! A scandal!"
"Why?" I asked. Suddenly Ewan came up to me red in the face and extremely angry.
"Ever since the first year I have been trying to get your attention!" he yelled. "Always, always you have only eyes for our stupid teacher! I am sick of it! You can just go off and marry him then for all I care!"
With a cry of despair, Ewan dashed off leaving the ballroom. Everyone who stood around me was starring with gaping mouths. I sighed inwardly and went to go get some punch. Ewan was just overreacting; he would get over it by tomorrow. Boy, was I wrong!
Ewan did not get over it; in fact he wouldn't speak to me. I would try to go up to him in between classes, but he would run off to join some guy friends of his. I thought he was acting quite immature. To make matters worse, what Ewan had yelled at me that night spread around Hogwarts. Now every kid and his owl were talking about me and Prof. Snape. They were saying pretty disgusting things that were not funny, I repeat, not funny. (Sorry to disappoint you all but this story is not one of those stories. Thank God!) However, I was not fazed by it all, even though Ewan's behavior did upset me.
"I am not one to do this, but I told you so." whispered Augusta as we entered into the quiet solitude of Prof. Snape's dungeons. I rolled my eyes at Augusta and ignored a couple of Slytherin kids who were doing reenactments of swooning girls.
Suddenly with an abrupt burst of the doors, Prof. Snape made his way quickly to the front of the class. Immediately I came to attention and was entranced by his inspiring presence. It then came as surprise when Prof. Snape's black eyes turned on me. Once again I felt exposed and tried not to turn my eyes downward.
"Ms. Pervensy," he said sharply. "You have not turned in your essay on the Bezoar and its many uses."
I was overcome with shock at these words. I knew and I knew he knew that I had already turned in that essay yesterday. What was his problem? Always remember, never question his authority!
"I had thought that I had done so, sir." I said. "I must have been-"
"Mistaken, yes." he interrupted with precision. "Twenty points from Hufflepuff, Ms. Pervensy. Late work will not be tolerated."
"Yes, sir." I said quietly as a murmur of snickers echoed in the dungeon. That was not the end of the matter. All throughout his class period, he found fault with everything I did. He would call on me to answer questions and when I would not explain it to his liking, he would insult me mercilessly. I would follow all his instructions, but always he had nasty comments about my potions. It was an onslaught, an attack, and all the kids in the classroom knew it. I don't think I ever felt more horrible in my life.
I went through the day silent as a grave, and paid no heed to what others had to say. When it was time to go back to our dormitories, I cried myself into a restless sleep. As usual, this was Ewan's fault! If he had not shouted at me there would have been no rumors. Naturally, Prof. Snape must have been punishing me for the rumors. I knew that I had to do something about this. I could not live knowing that Prof. Snape found fault in me!
So after another class period with Prof. Snape's scathing sarcasm, I stayed in after class. He sat at his desk writing down grades upon our papers. I sat at my desk starring at him. I didn't want to act like I was desperate, but...heh heh...I was desperate!
"Professor," I began.
"Yes, Ms. Pervensy?" he said quietly and without looking up at me.
"I would like to discuss the...um...the current events which...um." I stuttered. He turned his gaze up at me and I just lost all self control. I dashed up to his desk and began to speak extremely fast.
"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to cause any of this! I didn't start any of the rumors! I didn't plan on the rumors happening! I swore I did my paper, and I know you know I did my paper. I turned it in only but two days ago! I don't want Hufflepuff to loose points on this. I am sorry! Forgive me, professor! I only asked you to dance at the Yule Ball because I thought it would make you happy. I didn't mean anything by it! I was just having fun! Please, don't take points away from my house! I did my work, I swear it. I am sorry! Professor, please believe me! I would never be an incompetent student! I didn't mean for any of this to happen!"
After I had talked a mile a minute, I was left panting and probably looking like a fool. I starred at my teacher helplessly as I clutched the edge of his desk. He appeared to be unfazed by my outburst and instead gave a triumphant curl of his lips.
"I am glad we have gotten that cleared up, Ms. Pervensy." he said and turned back to grading homework. "You may leave."
I was sort of dumbstruck by his behavior, but left immediately. I then felt much happier about it all after I thought about it. I was right, because I received a top grade for my paper. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me!
"You are lucky that he treated you this way." said Augusta while we sat in the common room. "I probably would have expelled you."
"Whatever, Augusta. You are just jealous I got to dance with Prof. Snape and you didn't." I accused.
"No, I am not! That is outrageous!"
"Oh yes you are," I said with a smirk.
"No I am not!"
"Yes, you are!"
In the middle of our intellectual debate, I noticed Ewan sitting all alone. I stood up and left the table as Augusta hissed an "I am not!" statement, and I went over to his side. I tapped his shoulder and he turned around to look at me. I smiled and said,
"Want to dance?"
He looked at me with an incredulous expression on his face. I grabbed his hands and pulled him up. I then forced him to get into position as all eyes in the common room looked our way. He soon followed along, and before you know it, we were swirling and turning around the tables of the common room. All the kids were whistling and cheering us on as we paraded elegantly across the floor.
That put an end to the rumors, the drama, and most importantly Prof. Snape's dissatisfaction. Still when all is said and done, I danced with Severus Snape! squeal
(Um…sorry, Hufflepuff House, Prof. Snape never gave back those points. My bad!)
