Hi all! This is my first story, and I will appreciate constructive criticism, but flames are NOT welcome, and will NOT be tolerated. I will try to update for you, but no promises.
The American Take on Severus Snape
Severus Snape. That name has been going through my head ever since my international porteky landed one week ago.
Let me explain.
See, I'm an American Witch. I…. think that I would be in…. fourth year?... at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I just moved here a week ago.
I am going to school with the intention of becoming a Potions Mistress, and ever since I learned that the FAMOUS SEVERUS SNAPE taught potions at my new school, I have never been so exited for summer to end!
My cousin, Draco (who's manor we are staying in for the time being), taught me all about Hogwarts, and I must say that Prof. Snape sounds like a bit of a grouch, but I won't let that stop me! One thing that I am thankful for though, is that I will be sorted into Slytherin (Malfoy genes). After all, we couldn't have him hating me! Then the only chance I would get to talk to him would be in detention!
My cousin introduced me to his friends on the train. Once we were in his compartment, he disappeared for a little while, and then came back looking angry, muttering something about Saint Potter. I wonder if he meant Harry Potter? Well, I guess that there is only one Potter in the wizarding world that could be on this train at the moment, unless the g-g-ghosts of Lilly and James Potter are around here somewhere. I hope they aren't! I am utterly terrified, and I mean terrified, of g-g-ghosts.
After a long train-ride to Hogwarts (What's with the Brits and trains anyway! Haven't they ever heard of cars!?), I was dragged me into a crowded, seemingly self-pulling carriage, and jostled up the path to so called "school". Let me tell you first-hand, it's not just a freakin' school, it's bloody CASTLE! (Unfortunately, I expressed this statement out-loud, just as Prof. McGonnagal came to lead me off to the sorting room with the first years, and I got reprimanded rather harshly for my language.)
Draco told me that there were ghosts at Hogwarts, but I think he was joking around just to freak me out. Did I mention that I'm afraid of ghosts? Totally, deathly afraid. It's a phobia, really.
So, now I'm in the chamber off the great hall, when suddenly, four GHOSTS came through the wall! I screamed and ran for my life.
Then McGonnagal came in.
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