Snape Quote of the Week #17

  And there he was, at a table right behind Harry. Harry stared. Snape-the-teenager had a stringy, pallid look about him, like a plant kept in the dark. His hair was lank and greasy and was flopping onto the table, his hooked nose barely half an inch from the parchment as he scribbled. Harry moved around behind Snape and read the heading of the examination paper:

Defense Against the Dark Arts--

Ordinary Wizarding Level

  So Snape had to be fifteen or sixteen , around Harry's own age. His hand was flying across the parchment; he had written at least a foot more than his closest neighbors, and yet his writing was minuscule and cramped.
~Order of the Phoenix, Ch. 28 "Snape's Worst Memory"

This may not seem significant at all, but this is the passage where I first felt close to Severus. This is exactly how I am during tests, timed essays, and pretty much every assignment. I'm always hunched over my desk with my face nearly pressing onto the paper. I've been like that ever since I started school... And people think I'm weird for doing it. It's partly a habit, partly because I don't anyone to copy off me, and partly because my eyesight isn't the best.

And my hair is never tucked back, so it always hangs over anything I'm writing. And no matter how much I wash it, it's still greasy... I used to hate it, but I feel proud to be like Severus.

And when I write, I write a lot. My handwriting's tiny, and I still manage to fill up over twice the amount of space as anyone else. I'm not lying at all... this is siriusly creepy. But also awesome. I'm pretty much a girl version of Snape. :D