Post by snape on Sept 16, 2007 17:57:42 GMT -5
Snape sneered at the empty classroom. The new term would be starting soon and he was not looking forward to the next batch of soft minds he would have to mold and force into some sort of shape. He detested how ignorant some of the children were, wishing that their parents had some decency in teaching them even the simplest of potions before sending them away. Snape hated the thought of having to babysit another batch of spoiled brats but it was his job, so he would do it. If only someone would come along that had some common sense.
He shook his head as he looked through his storage closet. There would have to be some replacements made, and restocking was always such a joy. He knew he would have to make a few trips out to restock some of the more rare herbs he was running low on. And the latest batch of cauldrons were unacceptable by his standards. He would have to deal with this also.
He sighed, "I knew I should not have left it to those miserable house elfs to clean this pantry. Now look, nothing is even remotely in the right order. I will have to redo all this. And to think, I was going to nip into the Three Broomsticks later for a drink. That will have to be put off now." He again shook his head and quickly started to rearrange bottles and pouches, in a more normal order. It took several minutes for it to look like he wanted it to. Sometimes if you wanted something done right, you had to use your own hands.
He stroked one bottle and thought of the one time he had used this potion on a student. A soft sneer fell on his lips as he had left that poor soul for dead. Shame it did not work, but alas, there will come another time, he was sure. His thoughts went back to his last encounter with that little wretch he would not name aloud. He sniffed and turned suddenly to his desk. Pulling out a parchment he looked down the notes he had made. Everything was almost done, and he would be off in no time. It took considerably less time to arrange his shelves as he thought it would.
He folded his arms into the soft sleeves of his dark black robe, his green Slytherin patch glowing softly in the candlelight. His sneer did not recede as he looked over the notes one last time. He knew that this year he was not going to go easy on the worms before him. Each little set of eyes would stare upon him in terror as he held their little lives in his hands, at least in his class he would. And if anyone dare get cheeky, his new ideas for a detention would be legacy.
Snape laughed slightly as he folded the parchment and returned it to his secret inner pocket. This year at Hogwarts was going to be different. He had no doubt about that, as he ran a finger over the tattoo on the inner part of his forearm. Snape turned and blew out the lone candle on his desk before walking up the aisle.
He shook his head as he looked through his storage closet. There would have to be some replacements made, and restocking was always such a joy. He knew he would have to make a few trips out to restock some of the more rare herbs he was running low on. And the latest batch of cauldrons were unacceptable by his standards. He would have to deal with this also.
He sighed, "I knew I should not have left it to those miserable house elfs to clean this pantry. Now look, nothing is even remotely in the right order. I will have to redo all this. And to think, I was going to nip into the Three Broomsticks later for a drink. That will have to be put off now." He again shook his head and quickly started to rearrange bottles and pouches, in a more normal order. It took several minutes for it to look like he wanted it to. Sometimes if you wanted something done right, you had to use your own hands.
He stroked one bottle and thought of the one time he had used this potion on a student. A soft sneer fell on his lips as he had left that poor soul for dead. Shame it did not work, but alas, there will come another time, he was sure. His thoughts went back to his last encounter with that little wretch he would not name aloud. He sniffed and turned suddenly to his desk. Pulling out a parchment he looked down the notes he had made. Everything was almost done, and he would be off in no time. It took considerably less time to arrange his shelves as he thought it would.
He folded his arms into the soft sleeves of his dark black robe, his green Slytherin patch glowing softly in the candlelight. His sneer did not recede as he looked over the notes one last time. He knew that this year he was not going to go easy on the worms before him. Each little set of eyes would stare upon him in terror as he held their little lives in his hands, at least in his class he would. And if anyone dare get cheeky, his new ideas for a detention would be legacy.
Snape laughed slightly as he folded the parchment and returned it to his secret inner pocket. This year at Hogwarts was going to be different. He had no doubt about that, as he ran a finger over the tattoo on the inner part of his forearm. Snape turned and blew out the lone candle on his desk before walking up the aisle.