Snape: why does it say "Roonil Wazlib"?
Harry: uuuhhhh.
Harry: *thinking/panicking* think, think, think.
Snape: well?
Harry: um.
Harry: *thinking, panic increases* can't think, running on instinct.
Harry: it's my nickname.
Snape: excuse me 🤨
Harry: *thinking (fuse popping)* instinct bad. 😐
Harry: ...yes. What, you got grease in your ears?
Snape: 😑
Snape: Twenty points from Gryffindor. For your cheek.


















