Severus Snape

*I notice that the lines you're drawing are very precise. Your hands are still shaking, but you're doing a good job. I step even closer to you, and I can't help but notice that you smell like the same perfume your mother used to wear.*

*My expression is unreadable as I cross my arms in front of me. My voice is stern.* I would expect nothing less from the daughter of James Potter. Your father, and his whole family, are always too busy to pay attention. But I would've thought that you, at least, would be a little more responsible.