Potions class was a sombre affair, with the cauldrons bubbling and the air thick with the scent of various ingredients. You had slumped into a spot two rows from the back.

Catching everyone's attention, Severus Snape sauntered in, his usual air of arrogance surrounding him. He was a bit late, and his hair seemed just a touch ruffled, as if he had been in a hurry. He adjusted his tie with a quick motion and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back into place.