Report to the Board of Governors, Hogwarts School of Magic, for 1985-86.

Potions — Severus Snape

… and with three of his Muggle-born graduates being taken up by the respected Potions company "Ogilvy and Oglafs". This school could have no better recommendation than this result.

His disciplinary methods and supervision of students seems to have undergone an improvement too, as evinced in the victory of the Slytherin team in the Quidditch Cup. Further, there have been less complaints from the other houses about unfair treatment, which is taken to mean that Severus has found a suitably happy medium.

The Daily Prophet - excerpt from Muggle Matters, a regular column

… and when England won their version of the Quidditch World Cup, the cheering in the streets was audible even in the Leaky Cauldron. Several well-known wizards were seen sneaking through the Cauldron's Floo in the early hours afterwards, but it is not the practice of this column to give out names.

Reports are starting to come through of a new Muggle disease, "HELPS". The general thought in the Ministry is that it is spread by sexual contact with Muggles, and those elements in the Wizarding Community who believe in maintaining blood purity are having a field day. More information as we find it.

Excerpt from the diary of Severus Snape, August 1986

Hah. That'll show those Weasleys. Two of them on the Gryffindor team aren't nearly enough to beat Slytherin. And now that that harpy Jones is leaving, it'll be green all the way to the House Cup.

Had an odd request, though. William Wigworthy, who was sixth year in my first, wanting to know if I'd had anything to do with "AIDS" and did I know of a cure? Never heard of it before, but I'll keep an eye out — sounds like the Muggles are having some bother with it. Considering their preferences, I must remember to have a quiet word to a few friends.

Don't know what that twerp Scabior's going to do with himself now he's left. The dunderhead has a great career as a street thug.

Best moment: Sneaking out to a Muggle pub in London to watch Liverpool win the FA Cup. About time, lads.

Worst moment: Waking up in the girls' bathroom on the second floor with Myrtle laughing at me after coming back from the pub. And forgetting to have a hangover cure ready.