Alan Rickman As Professor Snape Novels & Stories

"Everyone saw you in the first class, when you snuck in from behind. Plus, Professor Ravencrest mentioned you in the General Introductory class I happened to attend today." He moved closer and something about his presence calmed my racing pulse. “He wouldn't stop talking about you, saying you had particularly insightful perspectives on folklore." "He talked about me?" Heat flooded my cheeks. "Don't worry, all good things only." His laugh was easy and comfortable. "Though, according to the rumors I've heard about him, I didn't expect him to be so... intense about a student." "What do you mean?" I feigned innocence as though I haven't noticed it also.

“Please take your seats so we can start.” Gentlemen,” continued the elderly professor with red hair streaked with gray. “I am Leopold Louise Alcione, dean of the Magic department and head of the Magical Defence and Offence department.” he looked to his left where the dark skinned professor sat. “This beside me is Professor Reginald Morell who will temporarily replace Professor Morell from the Arcane Arts Department and Professor Jacob Dupont who is currently taking Professor Gerstein’s place in the Alchemy department.” he then faced the other side. “To my right are Professor Belladona Dimitrio, head of Herbal Lore, Professor Kylyne Rose Raevers, head of Charms and Enchantment and Professor A

“Like Dexter’s Laboratory?” “Ohhh, like the professor from Power Puff Girls?” Kara holds her hands to her mouth with excitement. “Oh my Goddess, no Kara. He means she’s gonna be like Professor Lupin. Except he was a lycan. I don’t care what they called him in that movie.” Katie crosses her arms in front of her and squints her eyes in an accusatory manner. “I should know. I used to have a regular who was a lycan. He was an asshole.”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

How are you going to answer that? Draco never looked away from Daemon but his voice remained calm. "You're wasting time." "So that's a yes?" Daemon teased. "Daemon." His tone sharpened by a fraction. "Review the security footage." Daemon shook his head and said, "I'm in the middle of a conversation." "No." A pause. "You were." Another, "Now you're following orders." Daemon groaned loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You've become impossible." "I've always been impossible." Draco admitted back.

She moved like a dancer, precise, clever, her Rank 34 earned through brains, not brawn. I headed down, my boots silent on the stairs, drawn to him like a moth to flame. The Training Deck was alive, students circling, Professor Renwick barking orders. Val faced Severus now, his Rank 93 bulk towering over him. He ducked his punch, his brown hair falling into his blue eyes, and my chest tightened. He was reckless, but damn, he was good. Ronan sidled up, his grin sharp. “Staring again, Virex? You’re obsessed with your roommate.” He tossed a water bottle, smirking, and I caught it, my jaw tight.

And to say I had been accusing the professor wrongly. My mind drifted to our last and only conversation. "Have we met before?" I had asked. In response, he said, and quite rudely might I add, "Bold of you to assume I'd remember." before he strode away. My blood boiled at the reminder. How could someone be so full of themselves and still get to be a professor? Teachers were supposed to be gentle sweet-talkers. Right? Except the few Severus Snape candidates. But Professor Valerious was entirely on a different level.