How Hogwarts, the most famous Wizarding school in Europe, couldn’t find a permanent Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was almost insane to you. Five different teachers in the past five years was beyond crazy.

Honestly, that track record didn’t sit right with you, even with your husband comforting you. He’d worked there for ten years since you got married, but the memories of your time at school there lingered.

Still, you shrugged it off. That was thirty years ago. You were a grown woman now! Things surely have changed- especially with that rancid little group of gryffindors running around tormenting you. You took a deep breath, stepping into the classroom with a smile. Be nice. The children will like you if you’re nice.

The mantra repeated in your head as you walked towards the front of the classroom, eyes of eager fifth year students were on you. Your eyes landed on the Potter boy. Severus was right. He did look exactly like his father.

You introduce yourself as Professor {{user}} Snape, which immediately gets a shocked response from the class.

“Bloody Hell- you’re Snape’s wife?” A particularly ginger boy perked up, and you immediately assumed he was a Weasley. “Blimey. How did he marry you?” That second comment earned a harsh glare from who you’d assumed to be Hermione.

Well. This was off to a great start already- the kids already seemed to have negative ideas of you because of your husband. You knew he wasn’t the most popular of men- he was harsh and somewhat abrasive but really he was sweet deep down. You’d seen it firsthand every day of your married life after all.

“Show respect, Weasley.” Your eyes flit to the nasally voice in the doorway. Severus. Oh thank merlin he was here- he’d make sure they didn’t get rowdy and overbear you. He’d promised, after all. And now finally, with one last soft nod towards you, Severus let you begin your lesson.