Well, there are two very different chapters here. In one, Snape's....well, I don't wanna say hyper, but it's pretty close. And in the other one, there's Harry. And he's pissed at some unspecified event, and he takes it out on....just read, it's all pretty short. Happy Belated Halloween!!!!!! "Candy apples and razor blades, little dead are soon in graves, I remember Halloween..." The Freshman girls had a party with FOOD and we watched Bridget Jones' Diary and it rocked. I wish Colin Firth was my socially awkward boyfriend with a violent streak...sigh...oh, and thank you linZE!!!!! You're incredibly welcome! On and Harry is kind of a pompous ass in this one scene, but he did save the world so it's probably kind of inevitable if you think about it.
I'm in shock. I'm just in shock. That I TOLD someone. Why? I don't feel better. Well, maybe a little. But was it really worth it? Yes, because I slept. But I would have slept anyway. No, I wouldn't have. God, I hate arguing with myself. I always lose. What the hell is that supposed to mean? What am I saying? I'm going insane. I have too much time to think, waaaaaayyy too much time. I need a hobby. Like crocheting. Oh god, crocheting. Can you see me crocheting? Of course you can't, you're a journal. God! Someone please shut me up! I'm pissing myself off! Hmmm....am I in a good mood? Hell no. I'm just....I don't know. I think I slept too much and that's probably it. Damn, I literally don't think I've ever slept that much in my life. I have to stop thinking. Or not thinking, as the case may be. I've been grading crappy potions all day. I've got huge amounts of sick days stored up, just like all of the Hogwarts teachers do. Dumbledore gives it out like it's candy. Cheap candy. And we never take it. Even though I hate teaching. I suppose it's just something to occupy my time. And it's occasionally amusing to give out detention to Potter and his little stalkers. At any rate, I've been taking a few days off, some of the other teachers have been picking up my slack. Thank god, I don't want to see their nasty little faces at least until tomorrow.
Well, I guess I should have learned by now that this is just the way that my life works. Just when I think I might be doing better, just a little better, something shitty happens and I'm down again. Yes, it's Potter. He always had a big head in my opinion, but...well, now he thinks he's God. Some would say rightly, but I don't. At any rate, I'm having a one-one-one session with him to work on this potion that he can just not put together for some godforsaken reason. So, he's obviously not thinking and carelessly dumps in an ingredient that makes NO sense at this point in the potion. I mean, this is Second Year logic here. It starts giving off this sickly odor and SOMEHOW he manages not to notice. So, naturally, I let him know.
"Potter, you should be able to tell that your potion should not smell like this. Where has your brain gone, Potter? Has it moved to Mexico? South America, perhaps?" He gives me this highly superior look.
"I have a lot of important things on my mind right now."
"Well, at this moment, nothing is more important than your potion. At the time you are making a potion, nothing in the world is more important than your potion."
"Well, potions didn't help me defeat Voldemort. So I would have to disagree."
"You aren't even listening to me. Do you want detention? Again?"
"Listen, detention is nothing to me. Give me detention. I'll deal with it. But honestly, what's giving me problems is the way you treat me like I'm inferior."
"I do not treat you like you are inferior. I treat you like you are my student, which you are." Apparently, he was in a horrible mood that day. He's not always like this. Maybe Granger dumped him. His voice started getting louder.
"Why should I believe you? You hate me, you'll always hate me, and there's probably nothing I can do about it! But you could at least suck it up and fake it!"
"You are out of line, Potter. I don't care what you've done, you're still-"
"I've saved your ass! That's what I've done! I've saved the whole world's ass! And you just can't deal with that! I've got an Order of Merlin, First Class, and a whole bunch of other crap that I couldn't even remember if I tried! And what are you? Nothing!" I didn't quite know what to say. I figured that I'd just let him finish his little tirade. I figured that it would pass, that he'd shut up soon enough. "You know what, Snape? I've been at this school for seven years, and you know what I've figured out?" He was shouting now. "That you're pathetic! You're just this broken, bitter man who got teased a little when he was a kid and just never quite got over it for some goddamn reason! So you became a Death Eater, weren't a very good one, became a double agent, a pretty crappy one, then went to teach snot-nosed brats at the place you despise because you couldn't get any other goddamn job! And then you just built up all this petty anger until Harry Potter came along, and he was everything you hated, and you just shoved it all on me! And then I save the world and you've just got even more reason to hate me. Disgusting. And how old are you-forty? Forty-five, maybe? And you've never accomplished anything! You've never gotten married, never had any snot-nosed brats of your own. Most of the teenagers I know have had more fulfilling lives than you've had. My god. Screw your potions, I'm leaving." He started to leave. I let him. Then I went back to my apartment, and stared at the ceiling, and didn't drink yet but I don't know how much longer I can do this.