ebonlock | I hate to do this to you

But I just had my morning swallowed up by yet another of

thetreacletart's exquisite Snupin stories, The Very Air He Breathed

It would be his magnum opus. It would earn him a place in history as the single greatest Potions master to have ever skinned a Shrivelfig. There would be awards and accolades given during extravagant ceremonies where his name would be sung and his genius exalted.

There might even be a ball.

But, he would then have to attend said ball, and he so hated the blasted things. Okay, scratch that -- no ball. Some other method would have to be found to pay tribute to his brilliance because it was nothing short of brilliant.
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Lesser men would have given up long ago. The “badger incident” alone would have sworn some off potion making for a lifetime. But he was a Snape and failure wasn't an option--it was a way of life, and frankly he'd had enough.

What are you still doing here? Go read, now!!!