Just a short fic as I attempt to get into writing the potions professor. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The Series is created and owned by J.K. Rowling's.

Peeling eyes was a necessary chore; varieties of the squishy things were needed for many kinds of potions. To be honest the act was rather calming in a horrifying way. He had performed this task for many years, though not always in the most innocent of ways.

During the war Voldemort had relied on his potions master not only as a spy but also as a scare tactic. His prowess with knives was known to both ally and victim.

Through this infamy did he acquire a number of habits one of which was the therapeutic peeling of various eyes for his potions; the other was of course his intimidation factor tally sheet. As of yesterday Mr. Longbottom racked up a disappointing 6.7, that Griffindor know-it-all must have been teaching the boy untrue things again. Such as, "Professor Snape is not to be feared"

Poppycock; what nonsense would she fill the boys head with next?

Likely that he was not one to use his spare time peeling eyes as a method of relaxation.

That wouldn't do at all; the intimidated portion of his class was the only part that Longbottom excelled at. Let it not be said that Severus Snape did not care for his students marks.

And so it was that the next time the Griffindors had potions, Professor Snape brought along a snack. It was disturbing indeed to feel his gaze upon you, to look up, and to see the professor staring you down. Innocently peeling a grape between his long fingers, Neville Longbottom scored an 11 that day.

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