Severus Snape Headmaster Romane & Geschichten

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.

Now entering the Great Hall accompanied by Severus, who just before was asking him the same things that Minerva asked and got the same answers, he approached the main table, where the rest of the staff was reunited and talking. Seeing the Headmaster's arrival, the staff waited for him and Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the castle, to sit, and started to ask questions about the unscheduled feast. Being 'bombarded' by questions from his staff, the Headmaster makes gestures so that his staff can quiet a little so he can talk.

He refused to be swayed by what he perceived as a magical manipulation. Severus, however, found himself entangled in a web of conflicting realities. He couldn’t untangle it, couldn’t reconcile the man before him with the man he had known. Just a few weeks ago, before the cataclysmic war, Perseus had kissed his wife, Eleanor, with a tenderness that spoke of profound love, making Severus swear, with solemn gravity, to protect her.

I can tell that he’s seething as his grip tightens on my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelp at Atwood’s tight grip. Upon seeing my pain, he instantly loosens his grip on me and concern takes over his angry face. He wraps his arm around me protectively and pulls me closer, causing my heart to flutter. “I would rather speak to Ruby privately about this, headmaster,” he says cordially. The headmaster sighs and walks around the table to approach us with his hands clasped behind his back. “Atwood,” he says calmly, “you were an excellent student, and I couldn’t be more proud of your accomplishments as King. But please don’t forget that this is my school, and I am the one who doles out the punishments here.”

Lord Treznor shouted, but Vivory did not listen until Severus stepped forward and kneeled. "Lord Treznor, I will follow your orders." Severus suddenly spoke, which made Vivory stop her madness. She stared at Severus and shook her head while lowering her voice. "No Sev. Stay with me." Vivory uttered, but Severus didn't listen. He knew that his plan would work if he had the order of the Lord to be done. He will never hide his plan to sneak into the palace because he has a mission in the human world. "Good Severus. You will be the tongue to my disciples and you will order to kill every one who has become a barrier of my plans." Treznor commanded, and he raised his head as he agreed.

A towering figure stood ahead, his presence alone enough to command silence. Headmaster Soren. How did he know I was new here? But then he wasn't the headmaster for nothing. He could tell from scent. His presence was like steel, he looked imposing, sharp, and impossible to ignore. The stories about him were endless. He had led Dominion Academy for over a decade, shaping countless alphas into warriors. He looked at me like he already knew I didn’t belong. "With me," he ordered. I followed, forcing my hands to remain loose at my sides. The last thing I wanted was draw unnecessary attention to myself.

The gold and jewels normally on display had been put away, and there were pots overflowing with some of the plants Sidia had seen in the underground garden. Seated on the left side of the sofa, Severus looked resplendent in white robes trimmed with gold and blue thread. Of course, he still donned his laurel crown, and his waves of blonde hair fell over his shoulders. He had the appearance of a halo around his head because of the lighting, and Sidia had to admit that he was one of the most gorgeous creatures she had ever seen. He wasn't Marcus, but at least she wouldn't have to suffer through any wifely duties. "Sidia, I have no words." Severus addressed her with a dazzling smile. He motioned

And the world was waiting. The golden sun of Aetherborn spilled through the tall stained-glass windows of the Headmaster’s office, painting soft ribbons of light across the floor. Seraphine stood before the great crescent-shaped desk, her hands clasped nervously as the Headmaster and Vice Principal Nyx Thorneveil spoke to her. “Seraphine,” the Headmaster began, his tone kind but firm. “We’ve been monitoring your classes and training. You’ve been progressing faster than anyone could have imagined.”