Another day teaching in Potions. It is the same thing every day. The students are afraid to learn, afraid that I will intervene if they mess up once again. What am I to do? I am a teacher. My job is to teach, even if the only way to get those thick-skulled children to learn anything is to become their enemy.
I suppose that this was unavoidable; after all, I am Slytherin. According to them, I will never feel anything but malice. I cannot blame them; after all, that is what our society has taught them.
Nevertheless, that Potter child has me worried. Every teacher in this school except me has been lenient on him, and has never pushed him to his potential, except, perhaps, in Quidditch. But how is fancy flying on a broom going to replace learning an antidote for things the Dark Wizards will more than likely use on him in the near future? I must admit he has been very lucky so far. But this was only because he remembered something from his classes that was a little bit more useful than what the latest news was in the wizarding world.
Despite the obstacles, He has done excellent in my class when he isn't talking to his Gryffindor friends. But to tell him that now would be the worst thing I could ever do to him. He will become cocky, he'll think he's invincible because Professor Snape said he was good at the simple potions I've taught him. But when Voldemort comes...I shudder at the thought of what my former master would do to him. No, it is best to just have them all think I am evil, and that I hate everyone and everything who can't mix a simple potion. To have him forget that I saved his life once, just as honorably as anyone else. Let me do my job with no thanks from anyone else. Just let them learn something.
I suppose I am a tad jealous of the boy. He has everything that I could have had as a child, if only the Sorting Hat chose a different fate for me. But dwelling on the past is foolish. It is my job to teach Potions. That is all I am, that is all I ever will be. I suppose I could wish for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but getting it won't help any. I will just be telling the children one more thing that they will most likely forget after the exam. And their forgetfulness is what I fear most.
He is talking to his friends again. They are trying to whisper so I can't hear them. But I have been teaching far too long to not notice it. My musings are over for now.
"Potter, concentrate on your own potion. 10 points from Gryffindor."
I suppose that this was unavoidable; after all, I am Slytherin. According to them, I will never feel anything but malice. I cannot blame them; after all, that is what our society has taught them.
Nevertheless, that Potter child has me worried. Every teacher in this school except me has been lenient on him, and has never pushed him to his potential, except, perhaps, in Quidditch. But how is fancy flying on a broom going to replace learning an antidote for things the Dark Wizards will more than likely use on him in the near future? I must admit he has been very lucky so far. But this was only because he remembered something from his classes that was a little bit more useful than what the latest news was in the wizarding world.
Despite the obstacles, He has done excellent in my class when he isn't talking to his Gryffindor friends. But to tell him that now would be the worst thing I could ever do to him. He will become cocky, he'll think he's invincible because Professor Snape said he was good at the simple potions I've taught him. But when Voldemort comes...I shudder at the thought of what my former master would do to him. No, it is best to just have them all think I am evil, and that I hate everyone and everything who can't mix a simple potion. To have him forget that I saved his life once, just as honorably as anyone else. Let me do my job with no thanks from anyone else. Just let them learn something.
I suppose I am a tad jealous of the boy. He has everything that I could have had as a child, if only the Sorting Hat chose a different fate for me. But dwelling on the past is foolish. It is my job to teach Potions. That is all I am, that is all I ever will be. I suppose I could wish for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but getting it won't help any. I will just be telling the children one more thing that they will most likely forget after the exam. And their forgetfulness is what I fear most.
He is talking to his friends again. They are trying to whisper so I can't hear them. But I have been teaching far too long to not notice it. My musings are over for now.
"Potter, concentrate on your own potion. 10 points from Gryffindor."
