Alan Rickman As Professor Snape Novels & Stories

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

I looked to the side and I made eye contact with him, the devil himself— Professor Marison. He was staring, with a sly smirk on his lips as he twirled the drink in his cup. I swallowed and took in his attire. He was only in a dark red dress shirt, a few buttons undone. The little light made me see his skin, those hard pecs that I remembered touching. With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had.

her voice is always melodic, but at this moment it is also seductive, drawing me closer. “I don’t want …” Stacey leans in closer. “...Stacey I….” Our mouths are almost touching and… “Hey Sammy,” a shrill voice cuts through my mental fog, bringing me back to reality. I had almost kissed Stacey. Stacey turns to the person on the trail and hisses like an angry cat. “What do you want.” “To give my TA his bag,” Professor Davis saunters over to me. Standing very close, she looks over at Stacey as she places the bag over my shoulder, holding onto my shoulder possessively.

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.

They're all out to make me have a mental breakdown, one predator-pattern at a time. “I’m aware of my pulse, Sharon. I needed a solution, not a play-by-play,” a deep, slow voice replied. My stomach did that weird little flip it always did when Mr Ashford spoke. His voice was deep—Professor Snape deep—low and rhythmic. It was the kind of voice that made you want to lean in just to see if the air around him was vibrating. “So your solution is the tutor?” Sharon gestured toward the door, finally noticing me.

Ah lu said as he cut himself from continuing. Hearing this The whole student turned to look at professor Snapes to know what really happened. "well he is correct, there is no way they won't be a few hint in the ritual, it is only that they seems to be a reason while they are not following the hint, professor Snapes said.

he does have an aura! Yousef’s smirk widened, deepening a faint dimple on his cheek that added an unexpected charm to his stern features. He took another slow sip of his coffee, eyes gleaming with a challenge. Dr. Yousef: Everyone's terrified? Are you the only one calling him grumpy in the whole college, or are other students bad-mouthing him too? Hala: Everyone! Even my friend Dima says he looks like those villainous cartoon professors! 😂 Anyway, I’m just gonna brave his death glare and head in now. Wish me luck!

He looked clean, stylish in a black short-sleeve knit polo and smooth pants. I swallowed, as I saw his eyes on me and I could swear the side of his lips raised in a taunt. He was telling me he knew me, and I was in his bed last night. But what could be doing here? The next second, Lynn shot up to his feet, already storming toward Ron, face red with anger. However, Ron stood in the middle of the class, a bright smile on his face. He opened his mouth, his eyes looking over Lynn toward the whole class, “I'm Professor Ron, and this is my PSY class.”

“Is the board that bored? How can I be getting summoned for pictures that have most likely been tampered with? Does everyone else get summoned when they use their pictures for memes and stuff?” “We have key witnesses, Miss Harrington.” My false bravado faltered for a second. “And did those key witnesses tell you that the Professor and I were doing student and teacher research? Which is why we were together?” “I’m one of the key witnesses, Miss Harrington.” The man in the middle finally spoke, and unlike others who showed hostility in their tone and facial expressions, he remained neutral. My throat ran dry, he saw us? I can’t remember him. “What do you mean Mr..?”

was her reply before we got our books and went to class. I didn't really care if she was angry that I had new friends, I wasn't really ready for her drama and she didn't give me a call through-out the holidays, we didn't keep in touch. And she wasn't my problem right now, my problem was this hell hole I found myself in and you-know-who. ****** "Miss Black, what's the next step we're using?” “Professor snape I swear on Voldemort's nipple, it was Ron's idea” I blurted out as I looked up at the professor.