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I was going to call
this section "The Man, The Myth, The Legend" but that seemed
a bit much. I admire him, truly, but I don't wish to mock him. He's ruthless
when he's angry.
Name: Professor Severus Snape Occupation: Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, U.K. Age: 36 History: Not much is known commonly about his past, as he is a very private individual. What I know personally, I will not divulge here, as it was told to me in the greatest confidence. One I am not willing to break, for several reasons, not least of which is the fact that he is my employer and I am no fool. What I will tell you follows. He attended Hogwarts at the same time as James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, and their contemporaries. He was a Slytherin, and well-known for his knowledge, particularly of the Dark Arts. He has been a professor at Hogwarts for fourteen years, and is well-respected by his colleagues as well as Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Personal Status: ... Yeah, like I'm going to tell you that and incur the wrath of the very man who presides over, essitentially, every aspect of my life!?! I don't think so. |
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Conversations with the BPM The following are what some may call interviews or "sessions of pestering the professor." However, I believe they may give some insights into the mind and life of the professor to those who are not as priviliged as I am.
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Conversation
One Dymphna: Professor, may I ask you a few questions? Professor Snape (raises eyebrow): Perhaps. But I reserve the right to deny any response. Dymphna: Always, sir. Now, I'll start with something easy. What is your favourite potion to brew? Professor Snape: I do not waste my time with such trivia. I brew what is necessary to me at the time it is needed. I do not play such friviolous schoolgirl games, Miss Erlina. Dymphna: Of course. Exactly what I thought you'd say. Now, something more difficult. Why do you insist on so much black in your wardrobe? Professor Snape (there is a sound here, most likely of shock and disapproval): It suits my purpose. Dymphna: What is your relationship to the Malfoy family? Professor Snape (a scathing look of reprimand and a dangerous tone): Miss Erlina, I'm warning you now. Dymphna (blinks innocently and attempts looking shocked): Whatever do you mean, sir? Professor Snape (spoken softly, but malevolently): You know bloody well what I mean, woman. Now, be still and return to your work this instant! Dymphna (slight smirk flits across her face, but is quickly gone): Yes, of course, Severus. I meant no harm, dear. Professor Snape (glaring, voice and anger rising steadily): I know bloody well what your intent is with this ludicrious line of questioning! I will not have such delicate and private information published on that infernal muggle contraption of yours! I will not have those rabid and daft women knowing such personal details! Dymphna (lounging, unconcerned, in her seat): Calm down, love. I would not post anything that would be damaging to your reputation, nor place you in danger of discovery. By any party. (gives meaningful glance) Professor Snape (settling gruffly back into his own chair): I should think not. |
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