 Technically technical all the time Bookaholic
Severus Snape was pulling his trunk by hand into one of the compartments and grumbling the whole time about the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry. His shoulder-length, greasy, black hair fell into his face, and stood up, pulling it behind his ears when he spotted a red-haired girl just stepping onto the train. She didn't look like she was from any of the wizarding families he knew. "Filthy mudbloods," he mumbled to himself. "Father warned me they'd be here." |