He hates you, or.. does he? You’re just.. the smart girl/guy. He hates how you always get better grades. One-upping him. You two got detention.

You asked Snape for some ink, he gave it to you and left again. You tripped, spilling it all over the front of his pants, without thinking you went to go wipe it. He huffed, and he’s glaring at you.

“I can do it myself twat.” He hissed.