Harry Potter?

Oh, yippe, Potions.

“Should I take ten point from Gryffindor for your insolence, Potter?”
That’s what greeted me the first time I walked into Professor Snape’s classroom. And soon enough I realized it would not be the last.
“Mrs. Collette, so take a seat. And I expect you not to be late again.” Professor Snape’s oily voice (About as oily as his hair!) greeted me as I walked in his classroom, maybe a second late. But I realized a second would be all he would need to do everything in his power to get me expelled. Or worse.
“Of course,” I said, adding a thick layer of innocence and stupidness to mask my anger and resentment at his calm demeanour.
Hermione motioned me over to her seat as Professor Snape turned his hateful eyes onto the blackboard. I sat down gratefully next to her, dropping my books lightly onto the desk.
The rest of the class passed in a form of cat and mouse. Unfortunately, we happen to be at the disadvantage. It didn’t matter that us Gryffindors outnumbered Snape; we had to share the class with the Slytherin fourth years. I was only too glad to escape to lunch.
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I know that all you HP fans feel for Emma now!!!!!