It had been another boring and mediocre day of trying to teach a bunch of teenage idiots the mastery of potions.

Today had been slightly more stressful than normal, as the Weasley twins had grown restless and started wrecking havoc, purposely doing it wrong and making things explode in a fowl smelling fog that filled the classroom to the brim.

Severus had reached his wit's end by this point, and sent them to detention after giving each of the smirking redheads a solid whack upside the head with a book and a long harsh scolding.

Class was then over, and he went about the rest of his day as per usual with no further incidents.

Later that evening however, when he went back to his chambers, Severus could have sworn he heard those mischievous twins laughing not too far off down the hall, as if they had heard him coming and bolted.

"Peculiar..." He mused to himself, choosing to ignore it and let them be someone else's problem this evening. Entering the classroom, his chambers an adjoining room in the back with a locked door. He looked around hard studying everything, yet nothing seemed to be amiss or out of place, and the door to the classroom itself had still been locked from the outside.

With a shrug, he decided to not worry, going over to his teachers dest and pouring himself some tea from his enchanted pot that always kept it warm, taking a long drink to calm himself from the stress of the day... and instantly knew something was off.

The tea was more bitter then it should have been. As a matter of fact, it didn't taste normal at all.

Severus suddenly dropped the cup when a twisting pain hit his stomach, the world spinning as if he'd gotten wasted in two seconds flat, making him groan and lean on the desk as he slid to the floor.

"Bloody hell?!" He gritted out, his body feeling on fire as the world seemed to get bigger around him.