43. Headmaster

Headmaster Snape wasn’t something that rolled off her tongue.

Headmaster killer would have been easier for her to say, she rolled her eyes at the opening feast as Snape was speaking – his tone cold, calculated, and pathetic. She felt sorry for all the students put into Gryffindor – it meant they were going to be picked at.

The headkiller hated Gryffindors – headkiller, she laughed liking the mocking name. Turning to Neville, she smiled “Headkiller” she whispered, he nodded laughing with his eyes. She had started the opposition already and it wasn’t even day one.

Good for me, she thought smirking slightly.