Decades of Desire (HP rp) (Qedesha and Vicodin)

[ABagOVicodin]

Fail after fail grade was passed out towards the Gryffindor class. Unfortuantely for them, it was not because Snape was in a bad mood. Well, it was partially that. It was also because Snape had given the class only 5 minutes to study. The test that was given had 60 questions on it, and studying 60 questions in 5 minutes was nearly impossible. Severus Snape lingered by the door, passing out the tests to the students, surprised when he handed out a passing grade to a student, but he remembered that this student was an overachiever, so the student probably read the book before, and read it again within the testing time. Severus closed the door behind him and sat down at his desk. He opened a compartment underneath the desk and pulled out a picture, the picture of Lily. It was enclosed in a gold picture frame. Snape looked at the picture, and pushed some of his black hair out of his face. "Mudblood!" His voice shouted in his head. Severus ran his hand through his hair, feeling his heart being ripped in two, and this happened every day.

Severus opened up his door when his Slytherin class was supposed to attend, and he kept the demeanor that he usually did around students, the illusion that he was fine. Slytherin students would openly mock him if they saw him holding a picture of a Mudblood. "Attention class." He said. "I am going to be giving you all a test on the material that you should have read yesterday. Page 130 to 150." The class looked alarmed, but knew they couldn't argue. "If there are any questions, you may approach my desk." It was then that Snape sat down.

 

[Qedesha]

Vanity Grayle. One of the tallest girls in the class, slender, with a frame that looked far too delicate, and skin that was so pale it was almost translucent. She was probably archtypical of the rest of the school's view of a typical Slytherin... manipulative, willing to do whatever it took to claw her way ahead, and far too coldly clever for comfort.

She was, ironically, always rather primly turned out. High collars, long skirts, neat robes that never had a wrinkle, hair either combed into stern obedience or firmly tied back into a severe ponytail. Her ponytail bobbed as she approached the desk, book held open and ready before her.

"Professor Snape?"
Her voice was as smooth as as molasses on silk. It tended to make the male libido sit up and take notice.
"I don't really understand what this ingredient brings to the range of potions here. Surely it would just neutralise the aconite?"
She held the book out, large dark eyes gazing at him with a hint of secret meaning.

 

[ABagOVicodin]

Snape looked at the book that was put in front of him, and he then looked up at the girl that was asking the question. Vanity, the girl that had the highest grade in his class. Much to the other house's chagrin, he gave her the highest grade because she always managed to find some way to get her competition to either mess up their potion, or be absent on the day of making one. She was perfection in this class, which didn't surprise him when she pointed out the one ingredient that was supposed to be put in last.

Snape turned the book around so that Vanity could see the directions. After stirring the concoction 25 times counter clockwise, that was when you added the other ingredient. That is what said in the directions. He had a small smile on her face as he stared her down. "There you go Vanity, problem solved." He replied, in a tone of mock sympathy. Just because she was a good student, didn't mean that he wouldn't make fun of his own students. Potter was gone, he wanted to make fun of all students now. "Be aware that you have 3 minutes to gather your ingredients before you make your potion. You have 50 minutes to make your potion."

 

[Qedesha]

She gazed at the book, her face expressing her doubt at the question being answered. There was a definite sense of submission with her, or at least the impression of it, as she nodded quickly.
"I hope I don't make a mistake, Professor," she said with a teasing mix of archness and demureness. "What is the punishment for getting it wrong today?"

She was leaning against the desk, her book clutched to her chest in a symbolic shield, her eyes dipping to glance at his book before returning to his in mock innocence over a strong, meaningful stare.

 

[ABagOVicodin]

Snape had not expected this girl to be so... What was the word, provocative around him. "The punishment for getting it wrong is a failing grade of course." Snape replied, not exactly liking the tone that the girl was setting at his desk. "Please sit down Ms. Grayle. If you have any more questions, you can ask them, but you are slowly running the time that you get for the test, out." Snape then closed his book and waited for her to walk away from the desk. He then sighed out of relief when she did so. Vanity was such a beautiful woman... And she seemed to act like the perfect stereotype of a Slytherin, that he found himself turned on by her. But he couldn't show that, so he stayed in his seat, waiting for his bulge to subside, while the class did their test.