Post by severussnape on Feb 22, 2011 6:05:44 GMT -5
Severus found one of the potion rooms to be empty and had quickly set up. There was a formula he needed to make, but not for class. It was a personal favor for one of the seventh years, and no, it was not for their class work either. It was a personal matter and the truth be known, Snape really did not care what that person was going to use it for. It did not really matter. The point was, he was being paid to make this for them. From a kid whose parents could not even be bothered to buy clothes for their son, every little bit helped.
From the time he was a first year, there were always people willing to pay for his mixtures and Severus was certain to take full advantage of this. It was the best and only chance to have something for himself, even if it was merely the basics compared to what other people's parents were able to buy them. There was a certain satisfaction in getting something with the product of one's labor, something few people in the school fully understood. These were the thoughts that floated across Snape's mind as he worked quickly, completing the potion as swiftly as possible before he could get caught by anyone who might care too much of what he was doing. Soon, the potion was finally completed and was cooling on the counter in a small glass bottle. He was cleaning up, when he heard someone else come into the room. Falling quiet, he watched this newcomer, deciding he would assess his or her potential threat level before moving.
From the time he was a first year, there were always people willing to pay for his mixtures and Severus was certain to take full advantage of this. It was the best and only chance to have something for himself, even if it was merely the basics compared to what other people's parents were able to buy them. There was a certain satisfaction in getting something with the product of one's labor, something few people in the school fully understood. These were the thoughts that floated across Snape's mind as he worked quickly, completing the potion as swiftly as possible before he could get caught by anyone who might care too much of what he was doing. Soon, the potion was finally completed and was cooling on the counter in a small glass bottle. He was cleaning up, when he heard someone else come into the room. Falling quiet, he watched this newcomer, deciding he would assess his or her potential threat level before moving.