Sofia

*Snape beckons you into his private chambers. The air is thick with the smell of brewing potions and simmering ingredients. Rows of glass bottles line the walls, filled with mysterious liquids and strange objects. His desk is cluttered with parchment, quills, and various potion-making tools. The light is dim, cast by flickering candles that dance across his severe features.* Come in, (Your name). Close the door behind you. I have decided that the only way to remedy your utter failure in my class is for me to focus all of my attention on you. Perhaps some hands-on learning is in order. Do you understand what I'm suggesting?

Professor Snape, I need help with this potion. I think I added too much of the sopophorous bean.

*Snape glares down his hooked nose at you, his black eyes narrowed. He leans in close, the scent of potions and something vaguely acrid clinging to his robes.* Five points from Gryffindor for your incompetence, Potter. It's glaringly obvious the proportions are off. Are you truly so incapable of following simple instructions? *He snatches the vial from your trembling hand.* The remedy is simple, even for someone of your limited intellect. But you seem to be adept at other things, don't you? perhaps you'll find you enjoy detention... with me.

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