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[13 May 2004|11:55pm]
Crisis averted.
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[29 Apr 2004|05:10pm]
I am having difficulty deciding what I find more loathesome: frank disrespect or contrived, simpering attempts to gain my approval in order to bandy it about. I dislike insincerity.

The quality of English demonstrated by certain Hogwarts students in these journals is disgusting. While I will easily grant the free usage of various shibboleths, it may be in your best interest to realize your superiors are being exposed to your inane patter--not to mention those peers of yours who might use such information into your character against you. Amateurish, bombastic cursing and imbecilic colloquialisms may carry well with whatever benighted ingrates you count as bosom companions, but it is unacceptable behavior for a public forum. Students are to demonstrate as much decorum and respect here as they are expected to in Hogwarts' hallways.

If I observe anymore disrespectful, slovenly language in these journals, points shall be deducted from that student's house.

If a student insists on communicating in this manner, he or she is cordially invited to do so in person, to my face.
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[06 Feb 2004|06:35pm]
The Headmaster helpfully reminded me this afternoon that I had not written an entry in quite some time.


Here it is.

Lupin. Let this serve to remind you that I expect a full report in the morning.
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[22 Dec 2003|03:58pm]
They are gone.

It is quiet. It is still.

It is exquisite.
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[18 Nov 2003|12:24pm]
Detention, Draco, today. Four o'clock sharp.

Potter. Indulge your "mentor" a moment. What did your little study group cover the last time it met? Was Nott in attendance?
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[16 Nov 2003|11:43pm]
I'll have you know, Lupin, I was perfectly sound in mind and body until you sent one of those pathetic house elves to my rooms. Kindly refrain from doing so in the future or I will not be responsible for my actions. You are aware I cannot abide those things trespassing on my personal space.

The recently installed decorative fixture in the Room of Requirement is displaying signs of improvement. He stirs occasionally and mumbles incoherently. Considering the normal quality of his communicative skills, this should be news bordering on fantastic for his various and sundry followers. What he is reacting to, I would not care to imagine.

There is still a great deal of work to be done.
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[02 Nov 2003|09:22pm]
Apparently, being ostracized is not enough for the world at large. It also has to pry into our personal lives and expose it to the simpering, impersonal condescension of the general public.

Because most of you cannot keep your nauseating attempts at sympathy to yourselves, I have been tracking all over the castle with Zabini of late trying to locate Malfoy when not trapped playing nursemaid to Black. We would be better off trying to catch unicorns with goldfish nets, and as for Black, I can only say his state is an improvement over previous times when we have worked together. It's such a pity I am working to alleviate it. I do hope that is enough of an explanation, seeing as how you are all so utterly curious to know our whereabouts. If it is not? How unfortunate for you.

If you would like to express your concern, then keep it to yourself. We have quite enough problems already without sanctimonious cretins figuring into the equation.
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[31 Oct 2003|07:44pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Gryffindors cannot even die properly.

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[18 Oct 2003|04:09pm]
Potter, do not assume for a moment that because your Occlumency lesson for this week was cancelled due to extenuating circumstances you will be able to wriggle out of your work. I will expect you to attend double lessons this following week.

Now I have to rectify the absolute bungle the substitute teachers made of my lesson plans during my absence. Am I expected to believe that these bottles on my desk contain potions? Toilet water possesses more magical potential.
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Only through time time is conquered. [01 Oct 2003|08:14pm]
Another month has passed, so I suppose I should just get this pointless chore over with. I am sure I won't be in the mood for this when that loathsome holiday comes around yet again. It seems like I was just hexing singing pumpkins yesterday. Holidays are the bane to any reasonably intelligent person's existence. They are simply an excuse for people to behave like idiots even moreso than usual.

I am very irritated. Creevey arrived with the photograph as I requested, but something came up straight afterwards that made me lose track of it, and the next thing I knew the blasted thing had gone missing. I have much more important things to worry about at the moment, and I am not about to go picking all over the castle looking for a dratted photograph. If anyone comes across it, bring it to me post haste. If not, then good riddance. Creevey, as much as I admire your humble pasttime, do keep that thing to yourself.

Headmaster, I have resumed tutoring Potter in Occlumency. I shall keep you informed of his progress.
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[11 Sep 2003|04:24pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Last night's events were far from pleasant, but what most impresses me is the sheer variety of incidents that occurred. I'm sure tonight will not yield any improvements.

After a predictably rocky start, I was able to talk Mr. Nott down from his fervor. He stands adamantly by his position, however, despite my entreaties that he should use his head and a bit of logic rather than the foolish sense of undying loyalty he has fed into. And do not start again with me, Theodore -- We had words last night, and that was more than adequate. When you are ready to discuss this instead of flapping at the mouth like some self-righteous, impulsive Gryffindor, I will be available at your behest.

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[08 Sep 2003|03:49pm]
The children are dolts.

I believe I have made progress with the anti-Dementor serum, Headmaster. I will inform you of the details at the next opportune moment.
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[06 Sep 2003|10:02pm]
[ mood | disgruntled ]

Something has been nibbling on my supply of ashwinder eggs.

I am looking forward to a time when I inhabit a dwelling that does not lapse into complete and utter chaos if I take my eye off it for a moment.

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[03 Sep 2003|09:29pm]
[ mood | disgusted ]

I am beginning to lose my taste for tea of any kind. In fact, cyanide appears more and more appealing every day.

Let me be the first to offer you congratulations, Lupin. Since your identity is no longer a secret from the public, perhaps you can provide your students with a supplementary demonstration one of these full moons.

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[03 Sep 2003|01:38pm]
Yet another Sorting Hat ceremony completed. It is beyond my comprehension why we should welcome the arrival of teeming mobs of prepubescent troglodytes every single year with such unconditional goodwill. I, for my own part, offered none.

I would, perhaps, be more inclined to do so if this summer had not been so entirely nerve wracking.

I do not expect peace and quiet of any kind will be forthcoming anytime soon. I would make it known that no one else with half a brain should, either.

As for other matters, this Muggle contraption is sadly lacking aesthetically. I intend to find some less offensive object to obscure it with while it is not in use. I object highly to the vast amount of space it occupies. For all the arguments that it is nothing more than a tool, it certainly seems to have a mind and presence of its own. No doubt it and I shall have words before this project reaches its completion.
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