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A/N: I actually got someone to edit this chap. so if you think its better, thats why.
Snape
He really hated his job. Trying to teach untalented, careless kids, how to brew potions so easy that it ought to be impossible to botch them up, but somehow almost everybody did.
Every morning he woke up with a terrible migraine. He'd get up, Take a little potion that was supposed to cure headaches, but somehow, never did, and pull on the same robe he wore yesterday. Every morning he would glance at the silver framed portrait of Lily. Although she was gone, he still loved her dearly. He could only comfort himself that he was a crucial part in the rebellion against The Dark Lord, Lily's murderer. After this morning ritual, he would eat a small breakfast in the Great Hall, then he would go out to his classroom, and get ready to teach the ignorant masses who would never be as talented as the only woman he had always loved. He would try to drive them, by only letting the best into his NEWT classes, but it never seemed to work.
Also, whenever that Granger girl answered a question, it brought back such memories of sitting in those same chairs, and hearing Lily answer a question that Slughorn had asked. He tried to ignore the memories, and the Granger girl as well, but he couldn't, she was a natural.
After his classes he would hide in his rooms nursing his pain, sometimes he would collapse onto his bed and stare into space for hours, until the Dark Mark burned. The mark was a constant reminder of his treachery, his betrayal.
He didn't bother to take a shower or wash his robes. It didn't seem to matter. He knew they all laughed behind his back. His hair, his robes, the cold tone of voice he used around them. They all despised him for it. He could tell.
Every new year, he would apply to Dumbledore for the Defense against the Dark Arts post and every year Dumbledore would give him the exact same speech about how he was needed in the Potions classroom, as if he didn't know that Dumbledore didn't trust him with it. The stupid speech always ended the same way too. Maybe next year. Maybe next year, he could teach D.A.D.A. That's what kept him going all year, every year, maybe he would finally get the post he wanted. Until then, he hated his job.
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