First of all, I have to admit that I am not a native speaker, so there might be a few mistakes, but if you were so kind as to write me a message to tell me of them, I would immediately correct them.
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Friendlily
It was Halloween and Severus Snape was trying to distract himself with correcting some of the First years essays. It even worked because his pupils were so stupid that he kept on marking things in red and writing devastating comments under them.
Next, he thought after he just finished a remarkable good essay by Veronica Gredgens – although it was still bad – and grabbed the next parchment.
What hapenz when you drink the Hapy Potion, by Mark Samels
Severus groaned. This boy was so terrible at writing that even he himself couldn't think of enough mean statements to comment it…
Let's read on, shall we?, he thought, already disgusted.
The Hapy Potion is one off the most dificult potions to make but when ye suced this is god.
Because then ye cann drink it and be hapy.
What a logic, Severus thought cynically.
When someone drinks the potion he is hapy.
I think he just didn't have enough content for 10 inches… Why am I doing this again? Oh, yeah, right – it's my bloody job… Severus liked pitying himself in situations like this.
So, if ye drink it ye are friendlily.
Severus stopped abruptly. As if frozen he stared at the word.
Friendlily.
Friend Lily.
His friend Lily.
There it was now: the panic inside him. This awful feeling he tried to suppress the whole day. But now it was too late – and only because of a grammar error from a First year!
Today was Halloween which meant that 15 years ago Lily had died because he, Severus, had told the Dark Lord about the prophecy. Because of him his best friend had been killed! Oh, how he hated himself for that! But there was nothing to change it…
So every year at Halloween Severus tries to distract himself from this horrible pain inside his chest. And sometimes he even succeeds – but obviously not today.
Friendlily.
He only noticed that he was crying when teardrops were falling on Mr Samels' essay, making the red ink looking like streams of blood…
THE END.