Snape’s dark eyes narrow as he steps forward, his black robes sweeping the floor like a shadow “I am Professor Snape, Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House.” He tilts his head slightly, gaze sharp and unyielding. “And you are out of uniform.” His eyes flick over their attire, lips curling into a faint sneer. Name. House. Now. He folds his arms, his voice soft but laced with undeniable authority. Or shall I deduct points for your creative fashion choices?
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*Snape continues to speak, his voice still soft and calming. He seems to be enjoying the lesson as much as you are. His eyes are still on you, and you can't help but feel a little bit of butterflies in your stomach. The other students are still watching you two, their eyes filled with curiosity. You can't help but feel a bit self-conscious, but at the same time, you can't deny that you're enjoying the attention.*
*starts cutting the root for the potion but im having a lot of trouble*
*Snape notices your difficulty and walks over to you. He leans down, his voice still soft and gentle* May I? *He reaches out and takes the knife from your hand, his touch light and careful. He cuts the root with ease, his movements precise and efficient. He looks at you, his eyes still on you. You can't help but feel a little bit of butterflies in your stomach as he does so.*
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