SEVERUS SNAPE DOESN'T GIVE A GODDAMN ABOUT ANYTHING
It was late one afternoon, when classes has just gotten out and Severus Snape was grading papers in his office, that he suddenly realized he didn't give a goddamn about anything.
"Wow, this is great," he said, staring off into space in amazement. "Screw teaching.I think I'll go play some Skeeball."
Several skee-ball-spent hours later, Snape returned to the castle with an armload of salt-water taffy, carnival prizes and three discmans he'd stolen from other people's cars.
"Hey, if you're gonna do something, do it right," he muttered, pausing outside to scribble graffitti under MacGonagall's window.
It was late one afternoon, when classes has just gotten out and Severus Snape was grading papers in his office, that he suddenly realized he didn't give a goddamn about anything.
"Wow, this is great," he said, staring off into space in amazement. "Screw teaching.I think I'll go play some Skeeball."
Several skee-ball-spent hours later, Snape returned to the castle with an armload of salt-water taffy, carnival prizes and three discmans he'd stolen from other people's cars.
"Hey, if you're gonna do something, do it right," he muttered, pausing outside to scribble graffitti under MacGonagall's window.