A Girl's Thoughts

A beauty having many brothers had been considered an extremely ominous thing for men ever since Faust's time.

Sean thought that saying was quite correct, though it needed a slight adjustment in his case.

A beauty having a petty, sinister, vengeful, and affection-starved Potions Professor had been an extremely ominous thing for men ever since the age of Hogwarts.

When Sean "escaped" Snape's clutches, he was still gasping for breath.

He had come to a profound realization—Snape was genuinely angry.

If Little White Flower had not launched her cutesy offensive, Sean would probably have spent the entire day in the Potions Professor's office on the first basement level—Snape simply had no resistance to a smaller version of Lily's face.

Still, he had only escaped temporarily.

What broke Sean's heart was this: why wasn't Daisy in the same year as him?

The moment Sean stepped into Potions for the next class, he saw Snape standing beside the teacher's desk—normally, the man always entered the classroom exactly with the bell...

Sean could practically see the expression on that unsmiling old bat's face speaking—Scream all you want. No one is coming to save you...

And then... there was no then.

Sean suffered through an entire class of meticulously targeted harassment.

Whether Snape had done it deliberately or simply did not want Daisy to find fault with him, the old bat had perfectly valid reasons for every punishment he gave Sean.

For example, while brewing Sharp Cat-tail Potion, Sean's stirring was just a little too slow—this would prevent the main ingredient from dissolving completely, leaving the finished potion with a tiny bit less potency.

The problem was that Sean thought the South African Five-Eyed Black Cat tail in his potion kit was probably old stock, the sort that had been sitting at the bottom