Title: Snape's Private Hell
Author: Madelynn Rae
Description: It appears that Snape has been found out for his position as a spy, and Dumbledore feels he is not safe in the wizard world. Snape is sent to a very unusual place, where no one could possibly find him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Snape, but god I wish I did.
A small classroom of kids, who looked about the age of 6th or 7th years, sat in their desks which had been arranged in a circle by the previous English teacher. The tables were set up this way so kids wouldn't be turning around to talk to people behind them, so if they had something to say, they'd have to yell across the room, therefore getting in trouble. It was the perfect trap.
The English III students whispered excitedly, having heard about a new English teacher. A group of boys grinned and laughed, planning which ways to drive this new meat to insanity. A goth/punk-looking girl talked to some of her 'normal-attired' friends about how she'd seen him standing by the central office. He looked, in her words, 'very pissy, but also totally hot, in an older guy sort of way.'
The door to the classroom opened… everyone held their breaths… then sighed and laughed as a young woman in her mid-twenties walked in.
The woman smiled at them.
"Yes, just me, I know I'm not that exciting." She smiled and tossed her auburn curls behind her shoulder and out of her face, her brown eyes dancing behind their thick, rectangular-framed, nerdy-but-stylish glasses.
"Hi Miss Aislynn," they all chimed in unison. Miss Aislynn was a short woman, with cream skin and sharp, faerie-like features. She wasn't a teacher, but she was studying to become one, so she was spending a year assisting other teachers to get prepared for it.
Clutching her clipboard, she sat down in a chair by Snape's desk and began to write a few things down. Gerard, one of the popular boys, spoke out.
"Writing bad things about me already, Mag?"
She shot him a look, smirking.
"That's Miss Aislynn to you, and of course I am, you're my favorite student!"
At the peak of their uproarious laughter, the door slammed open, and in strode the epitome of all things to be feared: Severus Snape.
Granted, he didn't have a flowing, billowing cape like he did at Hogwarts, but was wearing Muggle clothes that more closely fit his style: a long-sleeved, dark purple, silk, button-up shirt (purple was the school color, thought he'd make a good impression), and nice black slacks. His hair was middle-parted and combed straight, as usual, and had the appearance of being wet. He stood at the front of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, feeling slightly self-conscious without the comfort of his robes and cape. His cold, colorless gaze swept across the room, then rested on Miss Aislynn. He scowled.
"Shouldn't you be sitting in a desk?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Um… no, Mr… Snape, is it? I'm your assistant for the first quarter of the year."
"Yes, it is Snape, and if you take that tone with me again, I'll have you transferred to a different classroom, understood?"
She opened her mouth to protest, but something told her that even if he had no authority over her, she'd better not argue with this man.
"Yes, Mr. Snape."
His gaze turned to the rest of the class.
"As for the rest of you, including Miss…"
"Aislynn."
"Yes, Miss Aislynn… you will all refer to me as Sir, not 'Mr. Snape.' Is this also understood?"
Petrified, the class nodded. This dark, sinister man was not to be trifled with, new meat or not.
Snape glanced at the punk/goth girl he had seen in the hall.
"You, take that lip piercing out, I don't want to see that in my classroom. Wear it in any other class you like, I just don't want to see it here."
"But--"
"Fifty points from--I mean… Detention, this room, after school, for talking back." His cheeks colored slightly at his near-slip, but no one seemed to catch it. Merlin I'll miss that, he thought sorrowfully.
The girl's eyes widened for a moment, then she glanced at Mag (short for Magdalena) Aislynn. All Miss Aislynn could do was sigh sympathetically and shrug.
"There will be no nonsense in this room," he muttered quietly, but powerfully. "Anything of the such will be dealt with as it has been just a moment ago. Are we clear?"
They all nodded.
"Good, now open your books to the chapter on transcendentalist poets and writers…"
Snape as an English teacher, eek! Read and review!