and as if understanding this, the father only grew more furious at her arrogance and condescension. and yet they were bound by the echo of former love, and with it, the realization that there was nowhere else to go, shame, and... severus.
typical know-it-all, typical ravenclaw. though perhaps a little less self-absorbed.
indeed, it hadn’t been wise to make an enemy of snape. quiet as he was, he wasn’t known for his gentle nature.
unsettling sights don’t particularly bother me. i’d say they’re part of my daily life.
but no, i have no intention of psychoanalyzing you. i'd find it intolerable if someone attempted the same with me and, admirable as curiosity may be,
statistically, people are far less predictable than their principles and far more consistent with their impulses—
forgive me, i'm already turning a simple observation into an analysis. they’re just words.
he didn’t know how to play pranks — he only knew how to take revenge.
“why do you like it?”
snape obviously saw more reasons to hate this job than to love it.
severus was certainly not the easiest student to deal with and often found himself at the center of noise and incidents, but everyone at school knew his attitude toward "pranks" and "mischief" because of the gryffindors who terrorized him.
“ oh. Something as doing mischief and other nonsense. ”
tom said, starting to get some strucute on his own desk. then, the words seem to make the professor stop. He was thinking ─ actual thinking about the question he just got.
“ ... honestly? sometimes i enjoy my work,
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