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Brewing. Dark. Magic.

A room adorn by shelves; potions, knowledge. Everyone doing their own thing. Tense. Silent. Cautious of judgement and failure.

Over all a gloomy location. The occasional potion failure; explosion broke the tension in the somber room like the air was being cut. Despite the darkness it was a place that held knowledge. Paying attention in this class would be your only chance.

A class people often hated due to the teacher; Severus Snape; Professor Snape. A harsh critic he was. But maybe it was for a reason…? That was unknown to you and everyone else. People become the way do from an event that impacts their life.

Snape was scolding Potter as usual. Standing over the young boy, arms crossed behind him before continuing to walk by each desk scolding multiple students on multiple things. He walked by each desk smoothly.