Alan Rickman As Professor Snape Novels & Stories

Time for more fun with freaky professors. Professor Dravik Thornhall stood at the front of the room, his ,greasy hair slicked back like he’d just stepped out of a discount vampire movie, his robes rumpled and stained with something I prayed wasn’t soup. Or blood. Honestly, could’ve been either. “Today,” he said with a slither of a smile, “we began the most sacred practice of spellcasting, connecting with your core magic.” He actually licked his lips. Ugh. I visibly shuddered. Aster leaned over and muttered, “Ten bucks saya he has a collection of enchanted toenails in his office.”

He looked at her like he already owned her. “Hello, Juliet Sinclair,” he said. “Or should I call you Luna… Professor Knight’s favorite student?”

For a moment, I worried about Sabrina’s reaction to her dress being ruined, but she’d seen what happened, and I hoped the girl responsible would be held accountable and was forced to replace the dress. I hissed through my teeth as I eased into the bathtub. It was hot, nearly intolerable, but I was sighing in relief once I was submerged to my neck. The hot water was working its magic—slowly, but surely loosening up my muscles and doing a hell of a job of wiping away the troubles of my day, only leaving behind one memory—first laying eyes on Professor Grey. *** I roused from my sleep when I heard a deep primal growl. My eyes flew open and I found Professor Grey gazing at me. I moved to cover m

Someone said while chuckling sarcastically. I turn my attention to that person and the face of Xercel, one of my mafia reapers, faces me. She smiled teasingly but I just rolled my eyes in return. I gave her my cold stare but she just looked at me like I was making a joke. I snorted, if I just didn't know her, I might have already kicked her right here, right now. He looked at our professor as I did too and saw him frozen there. He looked like someone who was bitten by a snake. When he saw us looking at him, his face grew paler.

I just didn't ask what business. "He was hovering over Nicholas but the snake's fangs didn't work on Sir Nicholas why Sir Denver was the one that got bitten." I laugh a little at the terms she uses. "Sir Denver was stung, the poison worked on him." She stared at me. Sighed before speaking again. "So don't think that Nicholas cheated on you. Ask him, make him clear his self on you. But you don't need that. If you don't believe him, believe in me. But if it's still not enough, I'll try to make a poison that can reveal all of Nicholas's secrets. Whatever you'll ask he'll surely answer it honestly. I just don't know if Professor Snape will give me that poison. He's stingy."

One of these incidents took place when Viktor and Herwin were leaving one of their shared classes. Herwin was bringing Viktor up to date on the latest wild rumors about the 'Tomb Raider' when a deranged white-haired man, skinny as a skeleton and gaunt as a plague victim, rushed out of a door a few steps away. steps ahead of the two young men. He looked up and down the corridor, his soot-stained face transformed into a mask of fury. Viktor immediately recognized the elderly professor. "May the gods curse him!" exclaimed the old man, whose outburst of anger caused him to cough a phlegmy cough. "Where is that insolent motherfucking son of a rotting sewer rat whore?"

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

RAVENNA’S POV. I could see the shift in him more clearly now. Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Professor Green still walked through the halls with the same controlled composure he always carried, his expression calm, his posture steady, his voice measured whenever he spoke in class, but once I started paying attention, the cracks became impossible to ignore.

And now he stood here, in a tailored black suit, hands clasped behind his back, the very picture of a professional security detail. The thin, pale scar cutting through his cheekbone was barely visible, but I saw it, I knew it. He’s security? For who? “Good morning, Professor Kai. Please, have a seat while we wait for the director to arrive.” A feminine voice sliced through my shock, as I forced my gaze away from the living ghost to the meeting’s host, a woman with a placid smile. I offered a tight, professional smile in return, a mask sliding seamlessly into place.

Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us. “I’m Professor Stefan, your Tactics 101 teacher for this year,” he loudly announced to us as he walked from one side of the classroom to the other. “I have been tasked with turning you pups into the best werewolves and leaders you can be.” He stopped suddenly and looked directly at Rowan and me. “I didn't agree to teach you, nasty creatures. But yet here I am forced to do it. I beg of you, don't give me a reason to show you my bad side because I won't hesitate to take you out.”