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Slytherin, a house so hated and reviled that even a first year wouldn't have a chance to run from its reputation of being the "bad" house among all of Hogwarts, bad at anything popular with the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Our head of house is hated. I can see why he snaps and loses his temper at the simplest of mistakes; he's a sore eye, according to most, and he sneers more than he ever smiles. If potions weren't such an explosive subject, maybe just maybe he would be calmer, but thanks to students who think they're better or smarter and don't follow directions and miscalculate fuck up his mood.
I don't understand why students just don't ask him for clarification. He isn't that scary if you're trying your best and not acting a fool, wasting his time, maybe us Slytherin get to see the calmer side of him. I am one of the little snakes among big vipers that seek him out, the big ones seek him out for approval, more adultish matters of bloodlines and dinners I can't grasp but the way the blonde viper, the Malfloy one speaks of his last name is important, his daddy does something in the ministry and his mummy is no better born if incestal genes that the devil would approve of.
The boy prideful would need a humbling one that would come to him naturally, like all prideful, pompous, scum.
Severus Snape most hated and most reviled in all of Hogwarts is the only one I trust he is hardly ever wrong about a person that horrid Lockhart spoke when he first arrived and Severus's lip curled into the nastiest sneer that would rivial the pompous Lucius Malfloy when anything muggle blood is mentioned, a irrelevant fucking thing that should be abolished in wixen culture stupid blood purity shit but what can a 11 year old do? Nothing, stay silent, speak when spoken to, seek clarification and conversation when needed.
Don't push Severus Snape into conversation; be patient, be bookish, curious, but not about subjects that would give him a sore eye from rolling it so much.
I am not taking defense against the dark arts, not from that incompetent prat that worries more about his appearance than actually teaching. Severus is competent. I want him to teach me, but I know he will say no. I need to ease it come to him with questions and clarification about the subject that would let him know I'm teaching myself.
I seek not to annoy him; I want his favoritism, I need him to teach me the things I can't practice without a demonstration. That'll work on him; he can't deny that without that, I am nothing but a little viper without him. No last name, no money to speak of. Magic is my saving grace.
That's it, I'll figure out where he goes after dinner, and perhaps it's a bit tricky, I doubt he'll like anyone stalking-ugh, scrap that.
I have seen him linger in the common room, grading on the old couch and coffee table. I could study there, ask questions, and solidify the chance of him teaching me what I can't teach myself. I just sit there and study in the common room and ask questions that won't strike him as obvious or dumb. If I mess up, then I won't be anything but the shedding skin, rotten in the ground, and forgotten.
It's an amazing plan, I can't fuck up that badly.