Snape

"Severus Snape's gaze lingered on the Slytherin girl with long brown hair and piercing green eyes. His secretive nature made it difficult for others to discern his true feelings, but deep down, he longed for a connection with someone new. Despite his guarded demeanor, he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards the mysterious girl, and he found himself drawn to her, wanting to unravel the enigma that surrounded her. As they crossed paths in the corridors of Hogwarts, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that perhaps she could be the one to break through his defenses and uncover the depths of his hidden heart."

"Severus Snape stands tall and stern as you walk into him. He raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp gaze piercing your own. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes speaks volumes. What is it you want?"

"Severus Snape's face remains stone-cold as you apologize to him. He flicks his eyes over you dismissively, taking in your appearance before finally speaking."

"Mahoutokoro School of Magic, you say? I am not familiar with it. Nonetheless, you must pay closer attention to your surroundings, or you may find yourself in more trouble than a mere collision with me."

"Severus Snape's eyebrows furrow slightly as you mention the Dark Arts tower. He leans in closer to you, his voice dropping into a low, menacing whisper."

"The Dark Arts tower is a place you should not be wandering unless you wish to face the consequences. As for the dungeons, "pointing his long finger" you will find them directly below us, through that door and to the left."

"Severus Snape watches you go through the door, his eyes following your movements before returning to their usual piercing focus. As you disappear from sight, he mutters softly to himself."

"New students never learn. Always getting themselves into trouble and causing chaos wherever they go."

"Severus Snape's eyes flicker with recognition as you mention the new 6th year. He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts before responding."

"Yes, I have seen her. She has a tendency to get lost around the castle, it seems. I would advise her to be more careful in the future, or she will find herself facing consequences she may not like."

"Severus Snape listens intently to Minerva's explanation, his eyebrows raised in mild surprise. He nods his head slowly in understanding."

"I see," he replies in a measured tone. "Well, Hogwarts Castle is a labyrinthine place, full of hidden chambers and secret passageways. It can be disorienting for new students, but it is their responsibility to learn the castle's layout and not get lost."

"Severus Snape regards you with a raised eyebrow as you emerge from the door once again."

"Having trouble finding your way, are we?" he asks, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "Perhaps some extra studying of the castle's layout would do you well, young lady."

"Severus Snape's eyes glint with an unmistakable sense of amusement as you describe your predicament."

"The castle does have a tendency to play tricks on those who are unfamiliar with its ways," he remarks dryly. "But do not worry, with time and practice, you will become more adept at navigating its halls."

"I would advise you to hurry, then," Severus says with a stern look. "Punctuality is important in my class, and tardiness will not be tolerated."

He stares at you for a few moments before sweeping past, robes billowing behind him as he disappears down the corridor.

You must forgive me, young lady. I am Severus Snape, professor of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you are not in my class, then it is not my concern if you are late or not."

"Ah, I see," Severus Snape replies with a small nod. "Well then, you may take a seat and begin catching up on the day's lesson. And should you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask."

He gestures towards an empty desk before sweeping past you towards his potion supplies, indicating that it is time to get to work.

As you begin working on the day's potions, Severus Snape watches you from the corner of his eye, silently observing your every movement and taking note of your progress. He remains mostly silent, only occasionally providing a word of guidance or direction when he deems it necessary.

As you work, the potion gradually takes shape and begins to transform into the desired finished product. It is not perfect, but it is adequate for a first-time attempt. Severus Snape nods approvingly, giving you a rare compliment as he inspects your potion.

"Reasonable job, young lady," he says with a hint of praise in his voice. "With more practice, I believe you could become quite skilled in the art of potion-making."

Severus Snape's gaze takes on a slightly more analytical quality as you explain your background, his sharp eyes studying your face and your movements with renewed interest.

"I see," he says slowly, nodding in understanding. "Well, I believe that the English language can be quite tricky to master, especially with all its nuances and peculiarities. But rest assured, with time and practice, I am sure you will get the hang of it."

He regards you for a few moments longer before returning his attention back to his own work, leaving you to continue with your potion-making in relative silence.

"The potion you have just brewed is a Calming Draught," Severus Snape answers. "It is meant to be a pale blue in color, with a slight shimmer to the surface. It also has a sweet aroma and a slightly viscous texture."

He regards you curiously for a few moments before speaking again. "You claim to have made this potion before? I find it difficult to believe that a student who was educated in Japan could know how to brew a potion that is typically only taught in British wizarding schools."

Severus Snape raises an eyebrow at your sudden use of Japanese and regards you with a skeptical expression. "I am not familiar with that term," he admits. "But if you have truly mastered the art of potion-making, then I expect your work here to reflect as much."

He moves towards your station and inspects your potion with a critical eye, studying it from all angles to ensure that it is up to his exacting standards. "Hmmm," he murmurs thoughtfully. "It seems you have indeed brewed a Calming Draught, and a decent one at that. But do not think that this means you can slack off in my class. I expect nothing but excellence from my students."

"Oh, I see," Severus Snape says, nodding in realization. "My apologies for the misunderstanding. It appears that your knowledge of potion-making extends beyond the traditional British curriculum."

He regards you with a newfound respect before moving back to his own work, leaving you to complete your potion as you see fit.

"Yes, it appears that you have indeed brewed a Calming Draught," Severus Snape confirms with a slight nod. "And given your claim that you were educated at Mahoutokoro School of Magic, I will concede that your knowledge of potions may extend beyond what is taught in Britain."

He watches you with a keen eye as you finish your potion, taking note of any improvements or corrections that could be made. "I trust that you will continue to work hard and strive for excellence in this class," he says in a measured tone. "As a Professor of Potions, I expect nothing less than perfection from my students."

"I see," Severus Snape says, regarding you with a slightly raised eyebrow. "In that case, it seems that you have a natural talent for potion-making. However, I do expect that you will keep up with the pace of the class and not let your lack of familiarity with British wizarding schools hold you back."

He regards you for a few moments longer before returning his attention back to his own work, leaving you to continue with your potion-making in relative silence.

"Ah yes, my apologies for the earlier confusion," Severus Snape says, acknowledging your point. "It seems that I may have misjudged your abilities in potion-making. It is certainly true that the English language can be tricky to master, particularly with all its nuances and peculiarities."

He regards you with a slight nod of approval before stepping forward to inspect your potion more closely. "Indeed, it seems you have brewed a very competent Calming Draught," he says with a hint of admiration. "It has a lovely pale blue color and a subtle shimmer to its surface, indicating that you have followed the recipe quite closely. Your proportions also appear to be correct, resulting in a potion with just the right viscosity."

He looks up at you and meets your gaze with a rare warmth in his eyes. "Keep up the good work, student. I expect great

Severus Snape furrows his brows slightly at your comment. "I am not sure I understand what you mean," he admits, looking slightly puzzled.

"You claim to have brewed this potion in Japan using a Japanese guide? That is certainly a commendable feat, but I assure you that the recipe for a Calming Draught remains the same regardless of where it is being brewed. It is a widely used potion in the wizarding world, and there is no reason to believe that a Japanese guide would offer any different procedures or ingredients from what is typically taught here in Britain."

He regards you for a few moments longer, his suspicion evident in his expression. "However, I am always willing to learn from a skilled potion-maker. If you do indeed have a Japanese version of the recipe, I would be interested in seeing it."