The office door opened, and Snape's sour, dead-father expression poked out from within. Squinting, he looked down at Mia, who stood obediently before the door, his face filled with resentment at her persistence in pestering him.
"Hehe—hehe—"
Snape said nothing. He merely glared darkly at Mia in the doorway, seemingly waiting for her to speak first so he could reject her outright.
Yet Mia's response left Snape awkwardly at a loss. Seeing that his expression was less than pleasant, she simply stood at the door, drooling and grinning foolishly without saying a word.
Snape had no choice. In the end, he conceded and spoke first, though he remained as sparing with words as ever.
"What is it?"
"Hehe—you're Professor Snape, right? My name is Mia, Mia Saru. Would you be willing to teach me how to brew Potions?"
Mia did not beat around the bush at all. She openly made her request to Snape, leaving him unsure of what to say.
Still, considering that Mia was Slytherin's only surviving descendant and an orphaned Obscurial, Snape reluctantly refrained from slamming the door shut in her face. Instead, he asked impatiently and helplessly,
"Have you enrolled?"
"Uh—no."
"Then wait until you enroll."
Having said that, Snape abruptly slammed the door shut like Squidward. However, seeing that Snape was refusing her, Mia hurriedly stopped him from leaving.
"No, no, no, Professor. You may not know this, but I'm an Obscurial. I probably won't have the chance to attend Hogwarts in my lifetime. Please, show a little kindness and teach me how to brew Potions. Maybe I'll suddenly die next month, maybe next week, maybe tomorrow. Before I die, can't you let a pitiful orphan like me experience the unique charm and mysteries flowing through Potions?"
Seeing that Snape was about to refuse, Mia