Alan Rickman As Professor Snape Novels & Stories

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

"Nothing more. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mix much that time. But Professor Dumbledore can help you, he was the transfiguration's teacher that time." All heads turned to the said man. And he blanched. He seemed to squirm under everyone's gazes, mainly Erik's. "Talk. What do you know about Tom Riddle?" Erik imperiously said to Dumbledore. He started fidgeting but didn't talk. Erik noticed it and started to release his magic pressure with the 'old boy' as the target and center of it. Erik then slowly and dangerously talked.

asked Professor annoyed. She looked up, it was Xavier’s friend Liam Wilson. He smirked. “Where is your best friend, the other culprit?’ asked the professor. “I am here,” said a deep voice. Her gaze fell on the being standing next to Liam. “Mr. Allen, do you think, it is time? I am so pleased finally having you in the class,” said the professor. Xavier yawns and looked around the class. “Unable to get up sooner,” he said while raising an eyebrow.

Though students were able to attend this school as early as 17, Rod was always gifted growing up and attended this school at the age of 15. Rachel only met him a couple of times when she was 17, last year, because he mainly kept to himself with the other vampires, despite also having werewolf genes. He became the bloodlust professor once he reached age 19. She hasn’t seen him at all this new semester though. Skylar speaks of him often during their student committee meetings; she finds him incredibly attractive as does most of his female students. Rod was kind to her when they met last year and knowing what Rachel was about to do was destroying the bear inside of her. But she had no choice; s

I blinked, the world rushing back into focus as I was dragged through the crowd. "Come on, Lily!" Rachel encouraged me, turning to me and laughing. *** Rachel and I were perched on the edge of an overstuffed couch, our knees brushing as we tilted back our heads to finish off yet another round of double shots. The liquid fire traced a path down my throat, igniting a warmth that spread through my limbs and coaxed a laugh from between my lips. At that moment, the front door swung open with a flourish, heralding the arrival of none other than Professor Alan Reynolds. He was our Microbiology professor–a young and charismatic guy. Not to mention cute–too cute to be a professor.

Liora’s lips curled into a wicked grin, leaning toward Scarlet and whispering with poisonous delight, “Well, sweetheart… your life is fucking doomed now that Alpha Ronan is here.” But Ronan had heard every word exchanged outside the door earlier. Everything. And it showed. He lifted a single hand...snapping his fingers sharply. The entire room froze. “Professor,” Ronan said, voice dangerously calm, “where is your proof?” The professor stuttered. “A-Alpha Ronan, we... I...” Ronan’s fingers twitched again. Beta Alaric marched in immediately, carrying a sleek silver system board. Without a word, he projected the CCTV footage onto the classroom wall.

Most faculty had already left for the day; only a couple stayed late to finish up last-minute work. Just as I reached the stairwell, I could already smell Tessa’s amazing and addictive scent. Despite not needing to drink blood, her scent still made my mouth water and my instincts kicked in. I shuddered at the thought of other vampires feeling the same way; vampires who aren’t as strong as I am. “Professor Evergreen?” I heard a familiar voice coming from down the stairway. “Hello; I didn’t know you were here today.”

6 XAVIER Cameron laughs over the phone. “Come on, Xavier. You have to admit that you love the fucking attention that those young ladies give you.” I scowl as I pull into my parking space. “Girls. Children. Some of those students are under eighteen. I am far from being a fucking creep, Cam. Besides, those girls all look the same. Nothing but a bunch of fake blondes and fake noses.” “Don't forget the fake tits.” Cameron teases.

“Nope.” Jake’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the gears turning in his dumbass head. He leaned closer, voice dropping low. “Wait. Don’t tell me… you fucked your specialist. The professor.” I froze for half a second, then glared at him. “She’s not our professor. We graduated. She wasn’t even at the school when we were there.” “Doesn’t matter, man.” Jake laughed, stretching back. “She’s got that look, strict, smart, way too hot for her own good. If she was around back then? Every guy on the team would’ve lined up for a shot.”