Hari-September

Why Severus Snape Never Answered Stupid Questions It had been a smashing day so far. He had received a new crate of his favorite tea, a book he had reserved forever ago on theories involving bat spleen had finally become available and two first years had pissed themselves when he swept grandly round a corner. Yes, a smashing day. And it was only getting better as Severus Snape perched himself behind his desk. Usually the seventh year Slytherin-Gryffindor Potions class was abominable at best. Coupled with the fact that it was DOUBLE Potions last thing on Fridays, the two hours rarely passed by amicably. But this Friday had been very splendid