You were in your fifth year, meaning OWLs were coming up. And with OWLs, means future careers. Just six weeks before the exams, large notice papers spread across every common room, all saying the same thing, to meet the head of your house for career advice for OWLs, which meant you had to see Snape. You grinned, glad to find another reason to get on his nerves by shooting stupid questions at him

You were now stepping into the dark, cold office. He was writing something on parchment, not bothering to look up when you entered, a strange scent of something dead filling this room. A rats brain in a jar floating in some green liquid, you casted a disgusted look before sitting on a rather uncomfortable chair in front of the office

“So…y/n, any last second hopes for your future?” he said sarcastically, a small smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, looking forward to another playful ‘argument’ as usual. He set the quill and parchment off to the side, leaning forward his his and son the desk

“what unrealistic career do you have in mind?”