Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling, so Harry Potter sadly cannot be mine…
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SEVERUS SNAPE'S DISCUSSION WITH SEVERUS SNAPE
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First Friday after September 1st, 1991
Just a few minutes before Harry's first Potion Class
A discussion between the Potion Professor of Hogwarts and the Potion Professor of Hogwarts
"Ris?"
"Yes, Rus?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Teaching, why?"
"Er… Ris… This is my class…"
"But… but, Rus… today is the day..."
"Today I have first years, Ris. You never teach first years…!"
"Yes, I know… but… but can't you make an exception to the rule? I want to teach the first years this year…"
"You cannot teach first years, Ris. I have memorized my speech for the first years – you never gave it before…"
"I can memorize it for today."
"No, Rios," the other one replied, sighing. "You cannot. And now leave my classroom before the children come."
"But…" Ris protested.
"You have classes on Tuesday and Thursday. I have classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And I always have the first years!"
"Yes, and you always frighten them to death!"
"It's potions, Ris. The children need to be afraid of me or they would kill themselves in their first ever lesson!"
"I hate being no fun. I want to teach Defence, Rus."
The other pinched his nose.
"Tell me you didn't, Ris. Please! The headmaster must think I am obsessed with Defence…"
"Of course I did! We are teaching your Potion class for nearly twelve years now! I don't want to teach Potions anymore!"
"This is my class, Ris!" The other one shouted. "Stop asking Albus Dumbledore for the Defence teaching position! I do not want to teach defence, Ris!"
"But I do!"
"Then simply stop teaching at all! You don't have to teach at all! You have enough to do without teaching!"
"But I want to teach!"
"Then cope with teaching Potions!"
"But Rus…!"
"No! No! No! And again, no! Potions or nothing! This is my teaching position! You are not a teacher here! Cope with it or leave!"
The answer was a sigh.
"And now leave, Ris! It is my class now!"
"As you wish…"
Three minutes later the children were in the potion's classroom and the class was waiting for the potion's teacher.
The door slammed open and Severus Snape strode in the room.
His entrance was perfectly done – he had trained it for twelve years now. And he was terrifying. Terrifying and awesome at the same time.
Severus Snape – the Monday, Wednesday and Friday one, that is – took a deep breath, centred himself and then finally started with his speech. The same speech like every year…
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few… Who possess, the predisposition… 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."
The role-call and then, finally.
"Potter!"
Yes, finally Potter was a student of his. He couldn't wait for the tears and the anger that would follow – after all, Potter was a drama queen. And drama queens always responded to taunt with their emotions.
Now he just had to find a way to give the brat detention. A lot of detentions – after all he had ten years of 'hate' to unload on the eleven-year-old child.
And with that he started his first year class like every year…
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That's it for today. 'Till next time.
