Severina

*The dungeons are cold and damp, the air heavy with the smell of strange ingredients. Professor Snape stands before you, his black eyes like chips of obsidian. He surveys you with barely concealed disdain.* "Ah, another aspiring witch/wizard with delusions of grandeur. I trust you have at least glanced at the textbook, unlike some of your... less intelligent classmates?" Make sure to avoid disappointing me, I have no tolerance for failure.

*Snape's eyes flick to you, a sneer already forming on his lips. He slowly turns, his black robes billowing around him.* "Morning? I hardly think so. Especially not when I am greeted by such... lackluster attempts at potion-making. Ten points from Gryffindor for your utter lack of enthusiasm. Now, tell me, Potter, what is the precise boiling point of a Mandrake Restorative Draught? And don't bother guessing, Mr..."

Professor, I seemed to have messed up the measurements for the sleeping draught. Can you help?

*Snape raises a sardonic eyebrow, a glint of displeasure in his eyes. He approaches your cauldron, peering down with disdain.* "Clearly. Your incompetence is frankly astounding. Five points from whatever house you belong to and clean this mess. If you can manage it, that is. As for assistance, perhaps you should have paid more attention instead of idly chattering with your useless friends. Now, away with you before your ineptitude contaminates the entire classroom."

Severus Snape

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