Day after the Flying Car/ Whomping Willow incident
Snape was fuming. Potter and Weasley should have been expelled, maybe even charged for what they did, like any other wizard who would have done it. Though, Snape thought, it was hard to think of another wizard who'd do something as stupid as that (the first ones to pop into his mind were James Potter and Sirius Black). He sat in his chair in his office, finding it hard to go over his lessons for the week and the summer homework he needed to grade. He can't get the thoughts of it out of his head.
Potter was an arrogant, self-centred, know-it-all and he seemed to be the only professor who saw it. Him and his father were two of a kind and just when Snape thought he'd never have to see that face again...
He wasn't getting any work done no matter how hard he tried. Snape closed his books and left his office. Not too many students were out and about; any he saw he snapped that they needed to be in their dormitories and went on his way. He ran into McGonagall near the end whose turn it actually was to patrol the corridors and she greeted him with a raised eyebrow. "Are you still sulking about Potter."
"Now, why would I be doing that?" Snape snapped.
"Oh, come on. It was a dumb, childish mistake. Why should their lives be ruined over it?"
"Like Dumbledore said: it's not my place as I am not his head of house," he strolled past McGonagall and continued on his merry way towards the staff room. Once he arrived, inside held Flitwick and Sprout, chances were everyone else was getting ready for bed themselves but as heads of houses, they had to stay on duty longer into the evening. Snape went next to Sprout and poured himself a cup a tea.
Sprout was looking far too entertained by Snape's antics. "So, I hear you've been fuming over the lack of expulsion from Potter and Weasley."
Snape gave her quite a glare while finishing his tea. "More on the fact anyone else would have been expelled over such an act but not Potter apparently."
"I'm actually glad they didn't expel him," Flitwick chimed in. "Life was entertaining last year with him around."
"I don't want anymore excitement, thank you Filius. Fun to hear about but not fun to know him, Ron and Hermione almost died during it." Snape snorted quietly. "But that flying car, that took a lot of guts."
"Guts or lack of brain, I'm going with the latter," Snape said, drinking his tea and having a seat on the couch. Flitwick and Sprout were used to Snape and his angry demeanour. After over ten years of working together, all one can do it be entertained about it. Even when he was younger he was like this and it was a bit worrisome, but knowing he didn't change even in adulthood just shows it is his personality and nothing they can change. "I wonder what happened to the car though."
"From what I understand from them, it went into the forbidden forest and seemed a bit upset. Chances are it's going to be hard to find and best just to wait for it to come out."
Snape rolled his eyes, "You sound like you're talking about a cat who went under the sofa." Flitwock stood up.
"Maybe that analogy is not so far off," he waved goodbye and headed out of the staff room. How easily each and every single one of these other teachers took this matter as something nothing more than a juvenile prank when in reality the whole situation was a huge ordeal. It seemed only Snape was the one who sees it this way, making him, in his mind, the only sane one.
That Potter... how like his father he truly is.