B
B is for Bane
(a source of harm or ruin : curse)
He very well might be the absolute worst git I’ve ever met, how could anyone stand to be around him for more than one hour? Ugh…. I stare down at the potions bottle that had been ‘accidentally’ knocked straight out of my hands by none other than the potions master himself.
My eyes narrow down at it then up at him, as he stares at it too and then to me, “well.. aren’t you going to clean up the mess you made?” He asked as if he didn’t just elbow it right from my hand when I tried to give it to him for his potion.
“The mess I made?” I ask rhetorically, “the mess that I made?” I motion down to it, “this right here? This mess right here?” My ears would be steaming if they could. A few students snickered, growing used to our bickering.
He nodded and looked back to his teaching cauldron, and I almost had half the mind to ring his neck as he added ,”oh and won’t you grab me a bottle to put this in, assistant?” The way he said assistant was so ‘I’m above you, you’re an ant beneath my foot’ kind of tone that I wanted to punch him straight in the-
My eyes went to the sixth year students and I shook my head and couldn’t help but flip him off behind his back and they all seemed to really laugh at that, his head snapping over to me, but I was only grabbing the broom and dust pan. I gave him my best ‘get bent’ smile that I could.
He looked at me expectedly with his hand out as I started sweeping the glass and cork up, I paused and let out a deep loud sigh, motioning my hand quickly to a cupboard, a bottle magically zipping over to land safely next to his cauldron, as I mumbled, ‘lazy git’ throwing away the mess safely as I did. Wouldn’t want a student to get hurt.
He cleared his throat and commanded, “times up. Turn in your bottles and clean up your messes, if I See even a speck of liquid left on my table, Gales, I will be deducting 100 house points from Gryffindor along with giving each of your housemates and yourself a nice little detention.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that, the certain student becoming suddenly an expert cleaner as he the hurries from the class room after handing of his potion. The others all clearing out just as fast.
I cross my arms and rest my chin on the handle of the broom, “you don’t have to be so mean all the time, Severus…” I was looking towards the now empty desks.
“And that’s why I’m an actual professor, and you are just an assistant.” He just always had to bring that up. He’s done it at least 10times in the pass 2 days. He didn’t even look up to insult me, as he examined each bottle.
I drop the broom and dust pan, “that’s it. I’m going to ring your neck right now.” I state calmly stepping over the dropped items.
He rolled his eyes but didn’t give me any more attention, “as you’ve said before.”
I hold out my hands and pretend to strangle him from a distance, “you’d be so fucked right now if I had practiced more wandless magic”
He set down the bottle he was looking, before looking at me finally, “oh, I’m so scared.” He waves his hand, all the bottles zooming off to his office, his own going to a cupboard to the side. “I think I might cry out in fear.” He stepped around the desk, coming closer, towering me a bit, “boo.. Hoo.”
“You are not intimidating in the slightest.” I cross my arms and turn my head away from him, his taller form was not about to be used against me..
“And you think you are?” He asks boredom evident in his question.
“You’re the bane of my existence, why must you be so difficult.” I throw my hands up and turn from him, going to make sure all the desk really were clean for the next lesson. He just stood there, unfazed as usual. At least on the outside…..
He’s silence just lead me to continue, “I’m just trying to help you, and yet you make that so hard all the time, I don’t know what your problem is, we are the same age, you’re no better than I-“ I had turned and he was once again right in front of me, and a very professional squeak may or may not have escaped my throat.
He leaned down, getting in my face, “I don’t need your help, and you’re not good enough at potions to be any real help.” He stated it as if it was fact. As if I would be absolutely dumb if I believed any differently than him.
I nearly growled with my frustration building as I pushed his chest with my hands, tired of him looming over me, his eyes only widened a moment in shock because I had never actually shoved him before. But he steeled himself and grabbed my hands about to retort.
And in that moment the second years started filling into his classroom. He had quickly dropped my hands and stepped to his chalk board, magically clearing it to start a different lesson.
I narrowed my eyes at his retreating form and turned a smile to the students, greeting them all as he got ready. Asking about their last class and trying my best to get some things gathered as he wrote them down on the board. He still refuses to tell me ahead of time what he plans to teach each day… a pain in my.. coccyx…