More is taught than is learned [5th years]

[SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE]

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Blamed for a failure, likely to be the subject of humiliation and agony, regardless of what the outcome was to be, one did not ignore a summons from the Dark Lord. Severus knew well what he had done, and the ensuing discussion regarding the proper times to alert the Order to their movements and when such things ought to go unspoken were…enlightening to say the least. There was, after all, a proper time and place for everything, and the faithful could not long be denied their particular brand of ‘fun’. Several displays of the proper usage of crucio at the Dark Lord’s behest and the ‘lesson’ was considered well learned. Snape’s muscles positively screamed at the memory, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from limping as he strode into the classroom, his black robes billowing out behind him like a storm cloud threatening rain. No doubt his purpose was similar to the bringing of a storm, for he certainly had no intention of making his students’ day any brighter.

Snape pivoted sharply on his heel as he reached the front of the room, expression already dour. ”I assume that you lot have been here long enough to know better than to expect that I will put up with foolishness and lollygagging as, no doubt, your other Professors continue to do year after year.” His expression darkened as he noted the lack of opened textbooks. On the board at the front of the room, instructions had been left in flowing script, informing them that they were to turn to page 365 and begin looking over the particulars of the potions that they were to be brewing for the days class. As per usual, it seemed that encouragement of a different kind would be needed in order to get them to work with anything approaching diligence, though one or two students could be seen scanning the pages.

”That being the case, am I to assume by your lack of textbooks that you are all well versed in the particulars of Golpalott's Third Law and its application in the brewing of Filiper Antidote?” His voice took on a silky, dangerous quality as he addressed them, daring someone to do something other than that which it implied they ought to – open their books to page 365 like the demure little schoolchildren that they were, or ought to be at any rate. A challenge of his authority (and by extension his none too subtle suggestions), as they well knew, would not be tolerated in any way, shape, or form. That was simply the way it was and, complain about it as he knew they would once they were away from his classroom and out of earshot, that was the way it would continue to be. He was not there to coddle them, nor to be their friend and indulge their inane problems and pointless prattle. Dumbledore didn’t pay nearly enough for Snape to allow that particular agony to befall him. It was aggravating enough that he had been informed that he would be expected to foster inter-house cooperation, as though such a thing could ever truly be achieved.

Gaze moving over each of the students in turn, row by row, with the intention of making them uncomfortable, Snape watched as the majority of them opened their books to the proper page and began reading through them as though their lives depended upon it. Much better.

”You have exactly five minutes to look over the text before I assign your partners and the brewing begins. The ingredients can be found on the shelves in the back, and I expect you to approach them in an orderly manner, as I would like the jars and their contents in one piece at the end of the lesson.” Here there would be order instead of the chaos in which the students so seemed to delight.

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Potions was not Harry's favorite subject. In all honesty, he had really been looking forward to getting rid of the subject only just next year. However, upon reading a pamphlet of what classes he was required to take for any given job; he quickly discovered that Potions was a most for many of the jobs he would be allowed to take with his choice of classes. That would mean he would have to require the best possibly grade in order to pass onto N.E.W.T. Level Potion classes. And Snape had made it perfectly clear that he wasn't going to accept anyone who didn't receive an Outstanding on their O.W.L.s. And the look he had pointedly given Harry at the start of Term told him that he would be lucky to receive that mark. His mum was good at Potions... Maybe he could ask her to tutor him. Or even his Dad! His Dad had to be good at Potions... after all, he was an Auror, and Harry knew for a fact that they had a hard time being accepted.

A low murmur had filled the room in the absence of their Professor. It was low, every student knowing that all noise would have to be extinguished the very second Snape walked into the room. And as the door opened, all noise abruptly cut off, as if all sound had been sucked out of the world, save for the footsteps of the Professor. Harry frowned slightly, his gaze unusually intent on Snape's being. There was something... off about the Professor's walk. It was rigid... at least, more rigid than usual. He cast a quick glance around, and saw that he was one of the few who actually had their book out on their desk. (even fewer actually had the books opened to the page on the board.)

However after the Professor's brief words, everyone scrambled to get their books out and open them to the correct page. Harry slowly reached for his book, his gaze still on the Professor for a bit before he flickered his eyes to the board just to double check the page. He then proceeded to open his book, turning it to the correct page slowly; so that he was actually the last person to have the page displayed to them. He looked at the title of the chapter. Who's What law? And the brewing of What Antidote? Yeah, he did NOT have the brains his mother had. Why couldn't he be blessed with her Potions brilliance? He supposed he wouldn't have been so bad at it... if Snape didn't entirely enjoy making him a victim in his class. And that stare was undoubtedly hurting rather than helping. He flickered his eyes up, so that he was actually looking up at Snape through his eye lashes. He really hated that man. And, he was positive others would agree with him, Potions would be easier if he were to just vanish.

Only Five Minutes! This chapter had to be at least thirty pages long! How in the name of Merlin's Beard did he expect them to read through all of that in five minutes time! He suppressed a groan; one of the few who actually did. His right hand fell onto his desk, having previously been propping his head up, as he pulled the book closer to himself to at least attempt to start reading the chapter. And Snape was assigning partners. This didn't bode well at all.

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SNAPE and OTHER 5TH YEARSTAGGED
Hogwarts Uni OUTFIT
PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION TEMPLATE
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[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

Luke winced when he realized what class he had to go to next. He never enjoyed making the trip to the dingy, moldy confines of the dungeons, but that's where the class was taught so he had to go. He had never liked Potions and this probably had a lot to do with the fact that he didn't have an aptitude for them, in the least. Yet, he knew that they were a necessary evil. After all, he couldn't get most jobs without having Potions which meant he had to put all his effort into passing. Not just with a passing grade but an O. He felt sick to his stomach. He would need some tutoring for that to happen, he was afraid. Like his father, Remus, he had a lot of difficulty with Potions. It wasn't because he didn't understand the fine art of subtlety, but because it didn't make any sense to him. It was far too complicated for him to grasp why if one should add too much of one ingredient it could cause even the most harmless of potions to blow up in one's face or turn the wrong color and be absolutely useless. Of course, if Snape were a decent teacher instead of a bully it might have been easier for him to grasp.

However, Snape wasn't fully to blame - he ought to have picked up something by now. As it so happened, he didn't really pick much up after five years. He really needed some help. Ordinarily, he would have asked Brianna, but since they were split up he didn't really want to do that. That would be more than a bit awkward. Maybe he could find some Professor that could help him. Surely, Severus Snape wasn't the only one that was good at Potions in the castle. If so, well, that was very sad, indeed. He wasn't about to ask the snarky, tactless, rude, moody Professor for his help, and he was pretty sure that Snape wouldn't agree to help him in the first place. For one reason or another Snape seemed to hate him, and he had a feeling that it had nothing to do with his poor Potions skills; though, that surely didn't help.

Luke slowly made his way to his impending doom. Another Potions class. Well, as long as he didn't blow up a cauldron like Neville had or set something on fire, he was certain he would survive the day. If not, he might as well bash his head against the wall until his brain matter exploded into a thousand tiny little pieces. He shuffled his bag on his shoulder, cursing his luck when the bag was torn out of his hands by Peeves the Poltergiest. He really didn't have time for this. He winced again as his possessions came raining down upon his head. Quills, books, and parchment thundered over him and he groaned. Why did this have to happen to him? He didn't have time for this, but, of course, Peeves didn't really care. Cursing loudly, he aimed a kick at the Poltergiest who was floating in mid-air. Peeves dodged it calling him, 'Loony Loopy Lupin' before disappearing from view.

Rolling his eyes, Luke waved his wand, repairing his things as quickly as humanly possible. Thankfully, he had left his dorm a bit early, so that meant that he wouldn't be late to Potions. While it wasn't his favorite subject, Luke knew better than to be tardy. Snape would take as many points as he wished from Hufflepuff, and he wasn't really willing to allow that to happen. He could only imagine it wouldn't be as bad as it would have been had he been a Gryffindor, but still he didn't want to lose any more points than he had to for his house. He knew that his classmates wouldn't appreciate it as Slytherin and Gryffindor had been the major winners of the House Cup for years. Especially in the case of Slytherin.

Luke privately hoped that Slytherin lost. He wasn't one to take sides, but they had been far too smug for far too long. He was so sick of them bragging over winning the Cup as if they knew that it would be theirs at the end of the year. They knew nothing. They were all a bunch of stuck-up conceited jerks for the most part, and he was sick of them acting like morons or acting as if they ruled the school. He didn't understand why most of them had to be so vile and vicious. Were their families really so terrible to them that they had to take it out on everyone else? Then again, with most of them being Death Eater kids, it wouldn't surprise him if this were the case. Still, too few of them were good people. Most of them, even if they didn't support the Death Eaters openly were selfish and rude.

Shaking his head, Luke decided not to dwell on this much longer. He knew that he would never be able to figure out the mystery of why Slytherins were so bloody rude all the time. He fathomed that some of them were callous simply because they could be. Shaking his head sadly, the Hufflepuff found his way into the Potions classroom with barely two seconds to spare. Thankfully, he had tossed himself into a seat before Snape came in the door. He quietly gathered his things and pulled them out whilst the Potions Master was speaking in his usual silky tone of voice that sent shivers up his spine and not the good kind. Luke looked back at his Potions book, trying to absorb some information from it before they started making the Potion. He hoped for the sake of his partner that they were better at Potions than he was, because otherwise they were doomed to get a 'D' or even a 'T'. He grimaced at that thought.

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[DENALI SKYE GREYBACK]

[/i] Denali had to hold back her instinctive snigger – she found she could never take anyone who used the term ‘lollygagging’ seriously. Thankfully she let out nothing more than an amused smile, pressing her lips together tightly so no sound would emit from between them. Nothing good would come from her cracking up in Snape’s class, so she held herself together, waiting for his next words.

Instructions then flowed freely from his mouth as he directed them to all open their books and enlighten themselves on today’s lesson. Denali had no problems with self-teaching – she’d done it many times before. Snape didn’t like to waste his time doing his job when he could just as easily tell them what to read and then sit his ass down somewhere else. Fifth years, by now, were pretty much used to his teaching standards by now, so it really came as little surprise. However, Denali couldn’t help but groan softly when he mentioned partners – honestly, couldn’t he leave them to work things out for themselves? Partners only led to unwanted interaction and tension between students. Then again, maybe tension was exactly what Snape was fishing for. Nothing like a good fight amongst students to entertain oneself. The bastard.

When Snape was finished with his instructions, there was a mad dash to the cupboards to retrieve the necessary ingredients before any others could get to them. Denali rolled her eyes at the juveniles that surrounded her, instead retrieving her potions book from her bag and looking it over before doing anything else. They didn’t even know who they were partnered with yet – how do they know they wouldn’t end up with far too many ingredients amongst their pairs. Honestly, didn’t anyone have any sense? Denali brushed her eyes over the words in her book, keeping silently to herself until given further instruction from her professor. This seemed like it would be a very obnoxious lesson – Denali just hoped she wouldn’t be partnered with someone who made it even more miserable.


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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

Potions wasn’t Hermione’s favorite class, but it was a required course. Any profession she wanted to pursue requires some knowledge of potions. And how was she going to acquire this knowledge if she didn’t attend her class? It only made sense to suck up her dislike for the class and just get through the year, score Outstanding on her O.W.L’s and move onto next year. Normally, the Gryffindor loved school, but something about Potions class displeased her. Professor Snape was a good teacher; she’d learned a lot in his class. But, his cruel personality and bias towards Slytherin tended to upset her. One had to work incredibly hard to please him, especially if that one belongs to Gryffindor.

Of course she had been one of the first to arrive. She always was. Hermione didn’t mingle in the halls or take her time in getting to class. Every precious second was important. When she’d arrived in Snape’s eerie classroom, only a few people occupied the room with her. But, she’d paid them no mind, just as she always had in the past. Taking her seat right near the front. Quickly, she noticed page 365 was written on the board and understood immediately. Not wasting time, Hermione took her textbook and opened it to the required page and began to read. Ah, Golpalott's Third Law and Filliper antidote. She already had basic knowledge on both concepts. This chapter wouldn’t be too difficult to master.

She was lost in her reading as other students arrived and finally, Professor Snape approached the front of the room. She ceased her reading and gave him her attention, waiting for any further instruction. He gave them his usual warning about misbehavior which Hermione disregarded. She never misbehaved, so she had nothing to fear. She Returned to her textbook immediately as Snape reprehended most of the class for not beginning their reading. It seemed like very few people actually took class seriously these days. She was half tempted to turn around to face her classmates and nod in agreement, but decided against. Quite a few of them didn’t care for her; she didn’t need to worsen the blood between them.

At her professor’s final announcement, Hermione began to grow nervous. She wasn’t finished with the chapter yet and it was near impossible to do so in five short minutes. And they would be assigned partners? Hermione normally ended up doing most of the work when assigned a partner. She really didn’t want one. Lifting her brown eyes from their assigned reading, the Gryffindor scanned the room, hoping to find a friendly face she may end up working with. Harry was in the class; if Snape had a heart, he’d let them work as a pair. Harry was the only person she was truly comfortable with. Unfortunately, Professor Snape enjoyed tormenting Harry and the entire Gryffindor house. So, the probability of being partnered with her friend wasn’t strong. Hermione felt tempted to ask Snape if she could work with Harry or just on her own, but knew doing so would just give him reason to deny her request. Letting out a small sigh, the bossy girl just returned to her text, hoping to finish in time.

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[HANNAH ROSE ABBOTT]

Potions was not a class that Hannah found easy by any means. Yet, she liked the challenge of trying to mix the potions correctly. It gave her a sort of thrill in the sense that it was all just a gamble. Certainly it wasn't like that. It wasn't as if she could just take a handful of ingredients, throw it into a cauldron, and then mix it. No, it wasn't. It took precision and thought, and probably took a while to master. Heck, it took her a while just to master what was in their textbook. That was mainly to relieve her own self-doubt to reinforce that she knew the material. If she only put her mind to her work, and actually blocked out her own thoughts, she could probably save herself all of the time that she spent studying.

Hannah honestly didn't like to be the first one to walk into her classes. No, it would certainly never do. So, she would walk a little slower than normally to ensure that she wasn't the first. Considering the fact that the Hufflepuff Common Room was not that far away from the dungeon classroom, she could be early if she really wanted. However, she couldn't ever think about being in the classroom for any period of time alone with Professor Snape. There was just something about him that made her think it would be an awfully awkward position to be in. It probably didn't help that Snape acted like he hated his students. She figured that the class itself would be a lot more enjoyable without Snape as Potions Master.

Considering the fact that she wasn't Headmaster Dumbledore, Hannah couldn't comment on how he hired the teachers for the castle. No matter how many negative thoughts she had about Snape, she had to ultimately conclude that Dumbledore must think that Snape was ultimately the best for the job. Otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn't have hired Snape. Indeed, that simply had to be a true fact, right? Despite how she tried to convince herself in this direction, she couldn't help but continue to think how much Snape must hate all the students in the castle. Even the classroom seemed ultimately to be uninhabitable at all. It wasn't even the fact that the classroom was in the dungeon that gave a bad aura to her. No, it was just the dreary appearance. Compared to the other classrooms in the castle, it felt like the Potions classroom was given an appearance of intimidation. Considering how intimidated Snape acted all the time, it seemed to make sense in her mind.

All of the negative thoughts and images that ran through her mind ultimately stopped as she entered the classroom. Unlike most of the students, Hannah sat in the middle of the room. While Snape was not in the room quite yet, it still made her think otherwise than to talk negatively about Snape. His room seemed to demand respect, just like how the man himself did. If it were possible to charm a wall to have ears, Snape would do so, just to hear what the students say about him. Then, he would issue mass detentions. It certainly seemed Snapeish. Thankfully, she wasn't aware of a spell that could do that, so it was more than likely that there was no way it could happen.

A few minutes after fully preparing her stuff for the class, Hannah noticed Professor Snape enter the room. Indeed, he seemed to demand the full attention of the class. Yet, it seemed very hard to keep her attention fully on the Potions Master with his usual sour introduction to the day's class. He seemed to repeat that very line so often that it wasn't even funny. It made her want to tune Snape's voice completely out. But, she knew how stupid that would truly be. Any job that she was thinking about doing required Potions. So, she had to do well in the class. She had to put up with Snape, and try her hardest in the class. That would certainly be easier said than done.

At Professor Snape's next utterance of words, Hannah realized that the class was supposed to be reading from the text, starting at page 365. Her book was already out, so she quickly opened it up to start reading. Her eyes began to skim the words on the page. about Golpalott's Third Law and the Fillper Antidote. She was completely unaware of Snape's cold stare at all, as she continued to read, flipping the page. However, Snape decided to announce next that they only had five minutes to read the text before partners were chosen. She couldn't help but groan at that statement. Surely Snape wouldn't pick good partners for anyone in the classroom. He seemed to have so much joy out of torturing the students. She just hoped that she wasn't going to be partnered with anyone that could hamper her own grade. Sighing lightly, she continued to skim the pages, flipping over another page as she read.

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