His eyes followed to the back of his head as he tried to hold back his anger. The students looked fearful as they watched him in this trance, holding their breaths in anticipation.
In one quick motion, he waved his hands, clearing the room of the goop and slim that exploded from his student’s cauldron. With his classroom neat and tidy, he straightened his buttons and sat back behind his desk.
“S-s-sorry P-p-p-rofessor.” Neville Longbottom looked positively frightful as he waited for his response. But Professor Snape just glared at the boy, taking a few moments of calm before he address the class.
“Let me remind you all,” his teeth grinded together as he spoke, “that even though you are first year students, you are still required to pay attention to the instruction given in your class. 100 points from Gryffindor for Mr. Longbottom’s failure to do so.” A low moan echoed in the room from Longbottom’s Gryffindor peers. Professor Snape gave an icy stare to quell the disturbance.
“Furthermore,” he continued as he seethed under his breath, “if you are so lucky to pass your OWLS, then it would be in your best interest to get familiar with this subject. Take the time to read the book before hand so that you will know what it is to be expected of you when you arrive for your lesson. That way, little mistakes like what Mr. Longbottom presented, would not occur.”
He took a few moments again, giving them time for their little minds to soak in his speech. His eyes then fell back to Neville Longbottom, who still looked shaken by the mishap. “If you cannot take the time to read the book, then at least take the time to look at your remembral. If it tells you that you’ve forgotten something, then maybe you will remember to ask a question before you proceed to blow up the rest of the school.”