Post by severus snape on Sept 15, 2009 15:32:30 GMT -5
The library was not a place most Hogwarts students actually spent their time studying in. At least, that was Snape's perception of the building. In fact, to this professor, the library was a worthless piece of building that was going to waste. All it housed were pointless books that would only help the students here gain an ever larger head for the positive side of the wizarding world. If Hogwarts really wanted to prepare its students for adulthood, they should be letting them in on the truth. All of it, and not just the good things. But, no. All of the dark, correct, real stuff was locked away or hidden on a secret floor no one could get to. Not even Snape himself.
"You don't understand," he sneered at a young woman with big round glasses sitting behind the front desk. "I am a professor at this school. You can't tell me you don't know who I am. You don't, do you?" He placed his hands on his hips, shocked. If his tall stance, arched brow, narrowed eyes, and lifted nose didn't give him the stance of a powerhungry egomaniac, then he was convinced nothing would. "I'm Snape. Severus. Dumbledore's trusted ally. And if I ask to see the guarded books, you shall let me see them."
This was like speaking to a brick wall and Snape soon decided it was pointless to keep trying. The girl behind the counter only stared back at him, blinking occassionaly - the only sign she gave the professor to prove she was actually alive and not just a dead staffmember propped up to make the library look as if it actually had proper management. Dumbledore would hear about this. There was no doubt.
Since he had no other choice, Snape knew he would have to search the books himself. He wouldn't find the ones that were locked away, but he hoped that someone in this bloody school had at least placed a few Dark Arts books on the shelves. Or were they really that protective over their precious little wizards that they could only read about puppies and gumdrops? He hurried down the aisles, his robe flowing behind him as a result of his briskness, knocking over books as he pleased.
"You don't understand," he sneered at a young woman with big round glasses sitting behind the front desk. "I am a professor at this school. You can't tell me you don't know who I am. You don't, do you?" He placed his hands on his hips, shocked. If his tall stance, arched brow, narrowed eyes, and lifted nose didn't give him the stance of a powerhungry egomaniac, then he was convinced nothing would. "I'm Snape. Severus. Dumbledore's trusted ally. And if I ask to see the guarded books, you shall let me see them."
This was like speaking to a brick wall and Snape soon decided it was pointless to keep trying. The girl behind the counter only stared back at him, blinking occassionaly - the only sign she gave the professor to prove she was actually alive and not just a dead staffmember propped up to make the library look as if it actually had proper management. Dumbledore would hear about this. There was no doubt.
Since he had no other choice, Snape knew he would have to search the books himself. He wouldn't find the ones that were locked away, but he hoped that someone in this bloody school had at least placed a few Dark Arts books on the shelves. Or were they really that protective over their precious little wizards that they could only read about puppies and gumdrops? He hurried down the aisles, his robe flowing behind him as a result of his briskness, knocking over books as he pleased.