It was another day in Hogwarts, the lesson about magical potions was about to start, while everyone was sitting in their seats with their groups, until someone shut the door open. It was Professor Snape, the teacher. He walked straight into the room, a cold expression on his face as he swinged his wand to turn the lights on. He stood at the desk and stared at the houses, coldly, until he muttered

"No time for greetings. What do you remember from the last lesson, Weasley." He stared at Ron.