DISCLAIMER: All the characters of Harry Potter are not mine (though I covet
Severus Snape), they're J.K. Rowling's.
Evaluation ch.2
1) The professor teaches lessons relevant to the subject
2) The professor is punctual, starts and dismisses the class on time.
These items Professor Severus Snape ticked off the small parchment into which he
copied down the qualities where his performance would be based on.
Snape did not even once deviate from the day's lessons. Well, except for the times when he got carried away by a certain student's dismal performance and ranted on about the sheer idiocy of that certain student, but always he knew when to quit, at least in his own timing. Which is when he can see tears welling up in some hapless student's eyes.
As for punctuality, he was never late, in fact, it was as if he never left the dungeon. Students would arrive in the classroom with him already finished writing the ingredients for the potion they will work on for the day, and sitting behind the front desk acting for all the world as if the early-arrving students were already late.
So, Snape deemed that he had already dealt with the frist two items, the only problem was to polish his performance in all the other five.
After taking a look at the list for another second, he folded it and stuffed the list into his pocket. Donning his uniform black robes and running a hand through his low-maintenance hair, the Potions Master strode out of his quarters, and into what he deemed as a very droll day.
Along the way, though, he stuffed into his pockets a packet of something he would be rather be dead than be caught with. But in these circumstances...
"Oh, what joy," Snape hissed as he slammed the door behind him.
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3) The professor instills the school's values in his/her lessons
Professor Severus Snape stalked into the dungeon, robes billowing behind him. Passing Neville's table, he glanced down at the still-cowering student, who had apparently haven't recovered yet from yesterday's reprimand.
Lips thinned as if he was considering something, he briefly stopped by the student's side."I trust that you will not...mess wtih today's class, Longbottom," he quite hesitantly said to the Gryffindor. "One tip I can give you is to refrain from doing anything until I say so. Do you understand?"
Neville only gaped at him. Behind him, the famous Gryffindor three (the only ones besides Neville who were able to hear him) looked up at him likewise, their jaws dropping slightly.
Silently taken aback by the reaction of the Gryffindors towards his BIG effort, Snape only turned away and proceeded to the day's lesson. It was a hard thing to do, trying to explain something to a student whom he deemed was unteachable.
If one of the students were keen on observation, he should see that the Potions Master was surely wringing his hands as he spoke to Neville, probably in trying to restrain himself from putting them on the student's neck.
Do I really have to do these things? Snape thought darkly, as he laid out his folders on the front desk. This. Is. Unthinkable.
He surveyed the classroom (hiding it behind his usual demeaning glare), and noticed that the Gryffindors outnumbered the Slytherins for about 17 to 12.
Yes, I think so, he realized with a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Long moments had already passed and they were already in the middle of mixing a Stunning Potion. Snape was about to speak of the color difference between the potion when mixed with powdered fern and the one with dried fermillua when he heard an explosion coming from Neville's direction.
Turning his back on the students and giving himself time to rant silently, he clenched his fists in an attempt to stop himself from doing his usual, which is snapping the head off Longbottom. He did what he could for the moment. He started counting one to twenty.
He was about to say 'seventeen' when a student faintly said, "Professor Snape...I think the mixture is..."
Turning to face the students, Snape could only stare as he witnessed what had happened to Neville's potion. It was starting to solidify and taking shape of a...
"Bog creature," he murmured, drawing out his wand. As the students began to notice that Neville's potion was starting to become a monster, they all screamed and scampered for cover. One even dared to hide behind him, and a Gryffindor at that.
The moss-green potion/creature in question gradually but steadily grew arms and legs, and was already prowling and swiping about with its appendages dripping with muck of acidic nature. It had already developed eyes, flashing a sickly yellow-green. It lunged at the nearest student, but the girl Lavender Brown was quickly pulled out of the way by Dean Thomas. Even the stuck-up Slytherins forgot all about their air and were screaming and scampering about.
"Oh, my--"
"AARRGH!"
"NEVILLE, YOU BLOODY @*&!%&!!!"
"Draco! Save meee~ee!"
Cursing, Snape drew out his wand, and was about to put a petrifying spell on the bog creature when a panicking student bumped his wand arm in search for escape, sending his wand flying several meters out of his reach.
"What the--?" Snape exclaimed, and then bellowed to a nearby student, "Quick, you nitwit! FETCH ME MY WAND!" But he was out of luck, all of the students were such in a state of panic that they paid no heed to his words. And worse, the dungeons were located far underneath Hogwarts that it was near impossible for anyone else to hear the complete pandemonuim taking place.
He started to grab a student's wand instead to use but it was too late; helplessly he watched as the creature picked up Millicent Bulstrode with his acid-dripping arms, and was starting to sear through the Slytherin girl's robes and eventually melt her skin...
"Expelliarmus!"
Millicent was quickly thrown off against the wall, her robes still smoking with the acid She was unconscious. The creature crumpled as well, howling with pain as he found his arms severed from his body.
Snape looked at the direction from where the spell came from. Harry Potter was panting, wand still pointed towards the prone figure of the bog creature.
***
Meanwhile, Remus Lupin was commencing his lessons when he heard a loud crash from below Hogwarts, probably from Severus Snape's dungeon classrooms. He paused for a while, trying to listen for any other explosions.
"Professor Lupin, I think something's happening down in the dungeons," a seventh-year named Zinfandel said, eyebrows furrowing.
Professor Lupin only smiled at her. "Do not let yourself worry about that, Zinfandel. As we all know, that is just a normal, daily occurence in Professor Snape's class. Something exploding--"
"I won't be surprised if it's his head that's exploding," one of the students commented cheekily. The rest of the class laughed.
Smiling himself, Professor Remus Lupin shrugged it off and with a grin introduced a third-level boggart to his class, one which instantaneously turned into Professor Severus Snape in a two-piece bikini as it went out the trunk.
***
Back in Snape's dungeons, with the mess dealt with and cleaned out, the class returned to their seats except for Millicent Bulstrode who was sent to the hospital wing for minor burns.
Arms crossed and his jaws set, Professor Snape listened in seething silence as the offending student tried to explain himself off.
"--and it exploded." Neville finished, lower lip trembling. He sat down and was given a pat on the back by Seamus Finnegan.
A tension-filled silence permeated the air. Snape seemed to be contemplating something.
"This, as we all know," Snape finally snapped, "just proves the statement that the Gryffindors proved nothing but trouble," he said, looking pointedly at Harry Potter as he said the last word.
"But--but--" Ron protested, but Snape waved him off.
"Let me finish what I have to say, Weasley, or I'll deduct twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape said harshly. "As far as I know, the Gryffindors represent those who are woefully and blindly stupid as to get themselves into every danger that can be thought of."
And then he turned towards the Slytherins. "Not unlike the Slytherins. They possess tenacity, cunning and determination." This remark was greeted with a loud whoop from the Slytherin table.
"Not to mention breaking rules--" Hermione Granger muttered under her breath.
Snape gritted his teeth. "And for what had transpired today...fifty points for Gryffindor."
Ron exhaled loudly. "Well, at least that wasn't too much, considering--" then he noticed that Harry gaped at Snape. "What?"
"He...gave us points..."
Professor Snape ignored the funny looks given to him by the whole class. "Unfortunately, it is also said the the Gryffindors embody courage, bravery..." he said grudgingly. "I hope that you keep that in mind."
Ron glanced at Hermione. "Whoa. Did I hear what I just heard?" He exclaimed in awe, looking incredulously at Snape. "What was that all about?" He looked as if Snape gave a student a Honeydukes chocolate bar. In other words, as if the world had suddenly given up turning and was about to end.
Hermione only shook her tight red curls, looking as bewildered as was. Harry did, too.
Neville only cried with relief.
"Okay, class over. Sod off." Snape turned his back on the students and gathered his things. The students never needed another word from him, they all went out quickly. Neville started to leave as well, when Snape held him back.
Trembling, Neville went towards Snape's desk. Expecting another tongue- lashing, and a private one at that, what he received was more than a heavy blow to his stomach.
Snape was handing him a Honeydukes bar. "Here, stop your bloody crying, eat it and make yourself feel good." he said through his teeth.
"Ah." Neville only stared at his Potions professor open-mouthedly.
Seeing that there's no hope in getting a valid response from his slowest student, Snape grabbed one of his hands and stuffed the large bar inside. "Now. Get out."
Neville only stared at the chocolate bar.
"Get. Out."
Snapping out of it and murmuring a bewildered thanks, Neville dashed out of the classroom.
Making sure that all of the students had disappeared, Snape sat down on his chair and took out the parchment where he listed the evaluation criteria. He ticked off the third entry.
3) The professor instills the school's values in his/her lessons
Folding the paper and tucking it back into his pocket, Snape buried his head on his face in his hands, and sighed audibly in exhaustion.
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R/R please, all feedback and suggestions welcome! Next chapter will be up soon...
Evaluation ch.2
1) The professor teaches lessons relevant to the subject
2) The professor is punctual, starts and dismisses the class on time.
These items Professor Severus Snape ticked off the small parchment into which he
copied down the qualities where his performance would be based on.
Snape did not even once deviate from the day's lessons. Well, except for the times when he got carried away by a certain student's dismal performance and ranted on about the sheer idiocy of that certain student, but always he knew when to quit, at least in his own timing. Which is when he can see tears welling up in some hapless student's eyes.
As for punctuality, he was never late, in fact, it was as if he never left the dungeon. Students would arrive in the classroom with him already finished writing the ingredients for the potion they will work on for the day, and sitting behind the front desk acting for all the world as if the early-arrving students were already late.
So, Snape deemed that he had already dealt with the frist two items, the only problem was to polish his performance in all the other five.
After taking a look at the list for another second, he folded it and stuffed the list into his pocket. Donning his uniform black robes and running a hand through his low-maintenance hair, the Potions Master strode out of his quarters, and into what he deemed as a very droll day.
Along the way, though, he stuffed into his pockets a packet of something he would be rather be dead than be caught with. But in these circumstances...
"Oh, what joy," Snape hissed as he slammed the door behind him.
******
3) The professor instills the school's values in his/her lessons
Professor Severus Snape stalked into the dungeon, robes billowing behind him. Passing Neville's table, he glanced down at the still-cowering student, who had apparently haven't recovered yet from yesterday's reprimand.
Lips thinned as if he was considering something, he briefly stopped by the student's side."I trust that you will not...mess wtih today's class, Longbottom," he quite hesitantly said to the Gryffindor. "One tip I can give you is to refrain from doing anything until I say so. Do you understand?"
Neville only gaped at him. Behind him, the famous Gryffindor three (the only ones besides Neville who were able to hear him) looked up at him likewise, their jaws dropping slightly.
Silently taken aback by the reaction of the Gryffindors towards his BIG effort, Snape only turned away and proceeded to the day's lesson. It was a hard thing to do, trying to explain something to a student whom he deemed was unteachable.
If one of the students were keen on observation, he should see that the Potions Master was surely wringing his hands as he spoke to Neville, probably in trying to restrain himself from putting them on the student's neck.
Do I really have to do these things? Snape thought darkly, as he laid out his folders on the front desk. This. Is. Unthinkable.
He surveyed the classroom (hiding it behind his usual demeaning glare), and noticed that the Gryffindors outnumbered the Slytherins for about 17 to 12.
Yes, I think so, he realized with a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Long moments had already passed and they were already in the middle of mixing a Stunning Potion. Snape was about to speak of the color difference between the potion when mixed with powdered fern and the one with dried fermillua when he heard an explosion coming from Neville's direction.
Turning his back on the students and giving himself time to rant silently, he clenched his fists in an attempt to stop himself from doing his usual, which is snapping the head off Longbottom. He did what he could for the moment. He started counting one to twenty.
He was about to say 'seventeen' when a student faintly said, "Professor Snape...I think the mixture is..."
Turning to face the students, Snape could only stare as he witnessed what had happened to Neville's potion. It was starting to solidify and taking shape of a...
"Bog creature," he murmured, drawing out his wand. As the students began to notice that Neville's potion was starting to become a monster, they all screamed and scampered for cover. One even dared to hide behind him, and a Gryffindor at that.
The moss-green potion/creature in question gradually but steadily grew arms and legs, and was already prowling and swiping about with its appendages dripping with muck of acidic nature. It had already developed eyes, flashing a sickly yellow-green. It lunged at the nearest student, but the girl Lavender Brown was quickly pulled out of the way by Dean Thomas. Even the stuck-up Slytherins forgot all about their air and were screaming and scampering about.
"Oh, my--"
"AARRGH!"
"NEVILLE, YOU BLOODY @*&!%&!!!"
"Draco! Save meee~ee!"
Cursing, Snape drew out his wand, and was about to put a petrifying spell on the bog creature when a panicking student bumped his wand arm in search for escape, sending his wand flying several meters out of his reach.
"What the--?" Snape exclaimed, and then bellowed to a nearby student, "Quick, you nitwit! FETCH ME MY WAND!" But he was out of luck, all of the students were such in a state of panic that they paid no heed to his words. And worse, the dungeons were located far underneath Hogwarts that it was near impossible for anyone else to hear the complete pandemonuim taking place.
He started to grab a student's wand instead to use but it was too late; helplessly he watched as the creature picked up Millicent Bulstrode with his acid-dripping arms, and was starting to sear through the Slytherin girl's robes and eventually melt her skin...
"Expelliarmus!"
Millicent was quickly thrown off against the wall, her robes still smoking with the acid She was unconscious. The creature crumpled as well, howling with pain as he found his arms severed from his body.
Snape looked at the direction from where the spell came from. Harry Potter was panting, wand still pointed towards the prone figure of the bog creature.
***
Meanwhile, Remus Lupin was commencing his lessons when he heard a loud crash from below Hogwarts, probably from Severus Snape's dungeon classrooms. He paused for a while, trying to listen for any other explosions.
"Professor Lupin, I think something's happening down in the dungeons," a seventh-year named Zinfandel said, eyebrows furrowing.
Professor Lupin only smiled at her. "Do not let yourself worry about that, Zinfandel. As we all know, that is just a normal, daily occurence in Professor Snape's class. Something exploding--"
"I won't be surprised if it's his head that's exploding," one of the students commented cheekily. The rest of the class laughed.
Smiling himself, Professor Remus Lupin shrugged it off and with a grin introduced a third-level boggart to his class, one which instantaneously turned into Professor Severus Snape in a two-piece bikini as it went out the trunk.
***
Back in Snape's dungeons, with the mess dealt with and cleaned out, the class returned to their seats except for Millicent Bulstrode who was sent to the hospital wing for minor burns.
Arms crossed and his jaws set, Professor Snape listened in seething silence as the offending student tried to explain himself off.
"--and it exploded." Neville finished, lower lip trembling. He sat down and was given a pat on the back by Seamus Finnegan.
A tension-filled silence permeated the air. Snape seemed to be contemplating something.
"This, as we all know," Snape finally snapped, "just proves the statement that the Gryffindors proved nothing but trouble," he said, looking pointedly at Harry Potter as he said the last word.
"But--but--" Ron protested, but Snape waved him off.
"Let me finish what I have to say, Weasley, or I'll deduct twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape said harshly. "As far as I know, the Gryffindors represent those who are woefully and blindly stupid as to get themselves into every danger that can be thought of."
And then he turned towards the Slytherins. "Not unlike the Slytherins. They possess tenacity, cunning and determination." This remark was greeted with a loud whoop from the Slytherin table.
"Not to mention breaking rules--" Hermione Granger muttered under her breath.
Snape gritted his teeth. "And for what had transpired today...fifty points for Gryffindor."
Ron exhaled loudly. "Well, at least that wasn't too much, considering--" then he noticed that Harry gaped at Snape. "What?"
"He...gave us points..."
Professor Snape ignored the funny looks given to him by the whole class. "Unfortunately, it is also said the the Gryffindors embody courage, bravery..." he said grudgingly. "I hope that you keep that in mind."
Ron glanced at Hermione. "Whoa. Did I hear what I just heard?" He exclaimed in awe, looking incredulously at Snape. "What was that all about?" He looked as if Snape gave a student a Honeydukes chocolate bar. In other words, as if the world had suddenly given up turning and was about to end.
Hermione only shook her tight red curls, looking as bewildered as was. Harry did, too.
Neville only cried with relief.
"Okay, class over. Sod off." Snape turned his back on the students and gathered his things. The students never needed another word from him, they all went out quickly. Neville started to leave as well, when Snape held him back.
Trembling, Neville went towards Snape's desk. Expecting another tongue- lashing, and a private one at that, what he received was more than a heavy blow to his stomach.
Snape was handing him a Honeydukes bar. "Here, stop your bloody crying, eat it and make yourself feel good." he said through his teeth.
"Ah." Neville only stared at his Potions professor open-mouthedly.
Seeing that there's no hope in getting a valid response from his slowest student, Snape grabbed one of his hands and stuffed the large bar inside. "Now. Get out."
Neville only stared at the chocolate bar.
"Get. Out."
Snapping out of it and murmuring a bewildered thanks, Neville dashed out of the classroom.
Making sure that all of the students had disappeared, Snape sat down on his chair and took out the parchment where he listed the evaluation criteria. He ticked off the third entry.
3) The professor instills the school's values in his/her lessons
Folding the paper and tucking it back into his pocket, Snape buried his head on his face in his hands, and sighed audibly in exhaustion.
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R/R please, all feedback and suggestions welcome! Next chapter will be up soon...