Novel & Cerita Best Professor Snape Quotes

He grunted again and sat beside me. “You were probably my best and worst student I ever taught. You never wanted to learn anything useful. Basic spells and repetition were your worst enemies. But when you learned something, you were incredible. I don’t know if you never developed healing abilities because you didn’t care for it, and it wasn’t convenient for you at the time or if you simply just didn’t have it in you. I think it’s the first; you need to heal right now. Maybe I’ll finally be able to get something through that thick skull of yours, Princess.” “Huh, glad to see your sense of humour hasn’t left you, but ouch, that was harsh,” I feint a wounded look, pouting my lips in the process

After a few seconds I heard the Professor's voice booming in class as he resumed his boring talks about the boring lecture in such a boring tone. I hate him. Professor Martin is not like other staffs. he's strict and not so friendly with students who always keep his face up and talk in the air. can't blame him, he must be at least fifty and the age itself allows him to be grumpy and ill-tempered. his thick and square glass will be on his nose all the time. It's been a month of me being in this college and not even for once I saw him smiling. He's hard to impress and to deal with. no one, i repeat no one would dare to stand against him because he exactly feels like some evil character of a mo

We rocked together as we rode out the aftershocks, lost in bliss. Snape collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily. He propped himself up on his elbows to look at me adoringly. "That was...intense," I breathed with a sated smile. "I've wanted you for so long," Snape murmured, brushing damp hair off my face. "From the moment you first walked into my classroom." "I couldn't resist you either," I admitted. "You're so sexy when you're being dominant." Snape chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'm far from done with you, Miss Granger. In fact..."

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

I wasn't welcomed in their midst. "Bloody hell!" I rose up and banged the table. It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when I always feel cheated on or dared in an unfriendly manner. I was angry at the guard guiding the entrance, at the maid that prepared the snack and tea on the table, heck, I was even angry when my tea wasn't quite at the right temperature. But the truth was, my life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than I could handle and still be me. So, even if it's not okay with them, I was going to start working on my real purpose. I had even completely forgotten she was present with us till I saw her oval rounded face a

They stole furtive glances from the curious students sitting silently in the class and listening to each of his words. Well, this was the most silent class not because it was interesting (no doubts in that) but because Professor Sirius Kaspbark was a hundred and twenty five years old. His body had wrinkles and fingers trembling every damn second yet he was able to spike everyone's adrenaline. And voice, oh well, it was accentlessly gentle that barely roared. He was as soft as the falling of snow on a moon night in December before Christmas. Hence, the students had to adopt silence if they wanted to catch his phrases. "Dark and bad secrets, huh. Bullshit." Zander remarked as typically as a ba

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Sienna's POV I sprung up from my seat, my heart drumming hard. His eyes showed surprise, and then all of a sudden, his gaze darkened.“I'm sorry, professor. I don't know what you're talking about, and I can't stay here any longer.” He scoffed. “Nonsense,” his tone was sarcastic. “What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? Aren't you big enough to take me?” My nose wrinkled in disgust, but a wave of fear caused my blood to run cold.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.