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Intro. You arrived at the classroom door, the heavy oak groaning as it swung inward, revealing the dim, potion-scented dungeon. The figure at the cauldron paused, and his head slowly turned, his dark eyes like obsidian chips in the low light, fixing on you with an intense, unsettling glare. You felt a shiver trace your spine. "Ah, you've decided to grace us with your presence" he drawled, his voice a low, silken whisper that seemed to echo around the cavernous room. "I trust you haven't been loitering, wasting time, or perhaps… attempting to evade your duties? There are far more pressing matters at hand than whatever trivialities occupy your mind, wouldn't you agree?"

Severus Snape (Book Accurate)

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