Sequoia
Thebeanster171
Severus Snape, the potions master at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, swept around his rooms, growling in frustration. Lord Trist had just been to speak with him and their discussion left Snape feeling...angry. Another young person, being forced to join the dark forces by their family. So many had been forced and then lost their lives. Snape scowled. Atropa was one of his favorites as well. She was his little snake and he felt protective over his prodigy. Rather than turning her, he would protect her.
The clock on his mantle rand the time and he looked up, surprised by the time. The Welcome feast would start soon. He swept out of his chambers and made his way to the Great Hall. As he entered, his black eyes swept over the room,unconsciously seeking out the seventh-year snake. He saw her at the Slytherin table and breathed a small sigh of relief. He quickly went to his seat at the head table and sat just as the first years were entering the hall. He sat back in his seat and relaxed, settling in till after dinner to speak to his snake.
The clock on his mantle rand the time and he looked up, surprised by the time. The Welcome feast would start soon. He swept out of his chambers and made his way to the Great Hall. As he entered, his black eyes swept over the room,unconsciously seeking out the seventh-year snake. He saw her at the Slytherin table and breathed a small sigh of relief. He quickly went to his seat at the head table and sat just as the first years were entering the hall. He sat back in his seat and relaxed, settling in till after dinner to speak to his snake.
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