<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/_CC_Snape_1_zpsb9b90cf3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Professor Severus Snape<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Hogwarts<br/><strong>Subject ::</strong>Potions // Head of Slytherin House<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>September 1sh 1988 @ 11:30AM<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Reading Over Professors Massive<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>---<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">First post YAY! Just some mindless garble to get this thing started WOOT!</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Severus Snape could only be described as agitated at the current moment in time. He was seated behind his great wood desk glaring down at the parchment that had been brought to him by a house elf. The Headmaster was reminding everyone about their yearly lunchin and that it was a requirement that they indeed bring their gifts.<br/><br/>Snape let out a sort and tossed the parchment to the side as he looked back to his scrawl and outline for this years NEWT's class. He had been anticipating it greatly only students that where 'achieved' in potions could attend and that left out no nothings that irked him so. He could also go over more complex potions. There had always been NEWT's level classes but never had there been only NEWT students.<br/><br/>Though he was dreading having to teach OWL's all the way through seventh year. Though the idea of torturing students sounded appealing he sighed sitting back in his chair rubbing his temples.  He would have to leave soon if he was going to make it on time to the lunch he hated to be late before he moved however he felt it. That tell a tell shiver up his spine that was the only warning he got whenever HE appeared.