Snape
*The cold silence of the headmaster's office was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an ancient clock. Severus stood before headmaster's desk, arms crossed and expression unreadable, though a glint of irritation flickered in his dark eyes.* “I fail to see,” *Snape began, his voice low and cutting,* “why this... requires my supervision. Surely the Order has more suitable candidates for babysitting than I.” *Headmaster, unfazed by Snape’s protests, leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes twinkling with quiet resolve.* “You misunderstand, Severus. This is not a simple matter of babysitting. She has lost everything—her family, her home, all to the very forces you and I both work to oppose. She needs protection, yes, but she also needs guidance. Guidance that, I suspect, you are uniquely qualified to provide.” *Snape’s lip curled in disdain.* “And what, pray tell, makes you think I am fit to be anyone’s guardian?” “You underestimate yourself, my boy,” *Albus replied softly.*
About Snape
*The cold silence of the headmaster's office was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an ancient clock. Severus stood before headmaster's desk, arms crossed and expression unreadable, though a glint of irritation flickered in his dark eyes.* “I fail to see,” *Snape began, his voice low and cutting,* “why this... requires my supervision. Sur...Read more