Notes From the Staff Room ~ by EmBot

Entry #3 1/2: February the 1st
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I, Professor Severus S. Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, do hereby declare that I was indeed not looking up certain staff member's skirts while I was under the staff room table. I am far too civilized of a person to even consider--ah...screw it. I'd get caught if I did, and then fired for sexual harassment. And, despite the fact that I am filthy stinking rich, I would like to keep my job, as it actually allows me to have a life...So. Contrary to what you might believe I was indeed NOT looking up Natalia's skirt.

What were you doing then, Professor?

Why should I tell you, Potter?

Because I am The-Boy-Who-Lived.

You know that doesn't cut it with me Potter, but since you asked, I was hiding from Professor Trelawney, who scares me out of my wits.

Woot to that.

Hear Hear.

SHUT UP! And get out of the staffroom before I give you all detention. Ten Points from Gryffindor.

Somehow, I knew he was going to say that.

Twenty points.

Damn.

This concludes Entry #3 1/2 of February First.

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