The Time That Snape Got a Little Too Annoying (And Now Knows Not To)
“You are so much like your father,” the potion master said angrily, looking down at the boy before him with disdain and the mime Roy of a man long dead floated before his eyes. “Lazy and arrogant-”
”My gods! Will you quite talking about James Potter?!” The boy screamed, all of the potions ingredients in the room shaking as a magic that Snape didn’t know filled the air.
The man had expected some kind of outburst to come from the boy, it had been something of a given, but he hadn’t expected what had come next.
”I don’t know how I could even be like a man that I have never met,” the boy screams louder, his arms rising at his sides.
And then the room explodes.
Every potion and liquid in the moves at once as the glass that was holding it mere moments before shattered from the force. The potions master cast a quick shield spell over himself and the foolish boy that he had angered, but it was for not as all Potter had to do was flick his wrist so minutely that Snape almost didn’t notice that he did so and the liquids stopped just short of hitting them.
“I think we’re done here, Professor,” Potter said evenly before gliding out of the room, leaving the potions master alone to ponder just where the boy had learned such a display of wandless, wordless magic. And just what James Potter had to do with it.