"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death----" Amberlynn didn't know what to think about her Potions Professor. His long ebony black hair that just went passed his chin, those dark sullen eyes, the white skin. It had all caught her off guard. Here she was, expecting to see a professor walk in that was all hunched over, warts every where and his skin to be green from potion experiment's gone wrong, thin hair and very long fingers.
Professor Snape had walked over to her side of the room, looking over all of the new first years, picking out his weaklings that he could pick on. His eyes met with Amberlynn's and she froze. She was caught in his stare and couldn't move if it ment her life. Finally she was able to force herself to look away, but still felt the cold stare from Professor Snape's eyes at her head. She turned back around and saw that everyone around her had taken out scrolls of paper and was writing stuff on them. Quickly, she took out her scroll and pen and sat, dumbfounded. She wasn't paying that much attention to even hear the assignment he had given the class.
"Amberlynn Williams, why don't I see you're quill moving? Is something more interesting than writing down the information I put on the board?"
"I-I-I-'m sorry, sir." Amberlynn shrunk in her seat, she hated to be the center of attention. Snape had to concentrate to keep a smile from forming on his face. He loved making students out of his own house quiver with fear, and yet again, for some odd reason, he felt sorry for her.
"Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor. Now I suggest getting to work before I have to push further punishment." Amberlynn looked at Professor Snape until he had turned around to walk back to his desk before looking what he wrote on the board and started writing her answers.
Professor Snape had walked over to her side of the room, looking over all of the new first years, picking out his weaklings that he could pick on. His eyes met with Amberlynn's and she froze. She was caught in his stare and couldn't move if it ment her life. Finally she was able to force herself to look away, but still felt the cold stare from Professor Snape's eyes at her head. She turned back around and saw that everyone around her had taken out scrolls of paper and was writing stuff on them. Quickly, she took out her scroll and pen and sat, dumbfounded. She wasn't paying that much attention to even hear the assignment he had given the class.
"Amberlynn Williams, why don't I see you're quill moving? Is something more interesting than writing down the information I put on the board?"
"I-I-I-'m sorry, sir." Amberlynn shrunk in her seat, she hated to be the center of attention. Snape had to concentrate to keep a smile from forming on his face. He loved making students out of his own house quiver with fear, and yet again, for some odd reason, he felt sorry for her.
"Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor. Now I suggest getting to work before I have to push further punishment." Amberlynn looked at Professor Snape until he had turned around to walk back to his desk before looking what he wrote on the board and started writing her answers.