foolish is his grin in the moment the heavy wooden door flies open to reveal the class and it's teacher to him, perhaps this had not been his brightest idea but then again, when did he ever really have good ideas these days ( stone walls and teacher meetings had become nothing but dull to him, where had the days of mud covered boots and mountain caves gone ? ) the eyes of the students, flicking from one man to another, had not eluded him as he took a few bold steps into the dungeon, brave enough to even wink at the occasional female student who dared to meet his gaze.
" actually, my dear severus, i was hoping to just sit in during this class. you see, i'm in the process of writing another book, and if i might say so, another bestseller, i'll make sure to put you on the autographed copy list, and it would help my research TREMENDOUSLY if i could see a great potion master at work you know, i could do it myself but that would only meddle with the point of view wouldn't you agree ? "
BRILLIANT. that year kept getting better & better each day. severus might just cave in & take a medical leave —- lockhart’s presence really wasn’t doing his blood pressure a service. besides, if the job was truly jinxed, the curse would have taken care of his dear colleague by the following year. it was all too tempting. no. eureka, wasn’t that what muggle sages used to say in ancient times ? a wicked little idea popped into his mind. the snarl that tugged at the corner of his lips quickly turned into a smirk, but snape’s gaze remained scornful.
‘ by all means, professor. i see you already found your way in. ’ no attempt to mask the potions master own distasteful tone was made. he crossed his arms, black robes cascading down his slim frame —- a prying vulture. ‘ i am, in fact, in need of a helping hand. why not show the students your astonishing potion-making skills ? ’
