Severus was staring at his calendar. It seemed as though his entire life revolved around the one whom he hated most. It was a cruel trick of nature for him being talented enough at potions so that he could create wolfsbane - now he was stuck dealing with Lupin month to month - for the rest of his life. Despite his sometimes wishes to sabotage ( Read more... )

Severus was pleased. Not only had his best student been entered into the tournament, but he also was currently in first place. He would of course let Draco be the one to tell his father, but he knew that Lucius would be bragging to him- and for once he would be able to receive some praises as well. "Oh yes, Lucius, I made sure Dumbledore chose ( Read more... )

Professor Snape was sitting in his office grading the essays of his first years. They thought these would impress him... how deliciously naive ( Read more... )

( A debrief of Wednesday night: )

Severus strode into Lupin's office businesslike, exactly two minutes before he was due. Lupin ignored him, simply raising a single hand as acknowledgement and grading what appeared to be some crumpled final essays ( Read more... )

Severus frowned. Not a single student had approached him on the topic of the final examinations all weekend ( Read more... )

POTIONS EXAMS:

First years:You will brew a potion to cure boils on Wednesday morning. Also, you will write a six-inch essay on one of the active ingrediants, and why it is used in the potion.

Second and third years:You will be brewing both a Swelling Solution and a Deflating Draught on Wednesday morning. You will compose an eight-inch essay on ( Read more... )

"Headmaster, I've almost--" Snape stopped short when he saw who was dozing lightly on Dumbledore's desk, stacks of parchment and over-ended chess pieces surrounding him.

"What are you doing here?" he sneered, rousing Lupin rudely from his nap ( Read more... )

Severus had his trademark scowl firmly in place as he swept through the darkened corridors towards Lupin's office. For some reason, this scowl kept leaning to a sneerish sort of outcome tonight-- he could not be bothered to correct this, however. Not only did he not have a mirror handy, but he had business to attend to ( Read more... )

Snape stared at the portrait of Salazar Slytherin hanging on his northern wall. How the man could sleep at a time like this was beyond even Severus Snape. If it wasn't for him and his dual identity, nobody would know about the planned attacks. If it wasn't for Dumbledore's endless trust in him, he wouldn't have been given this incredible ( Read more... )