Word count: exactly 100
Summary: Professor Snape contemplates teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Now that he has it, he isn't completely sure he wants it. Be careful what you wish for, he thinks , his quill poised over blank parchment. But it is his, and even though in all likelihood it will only be a year, he'll make the best of it. He liked teaching Potions, with its "bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses" speech. And though Minerva will laugh, this year's must be equally good, making his students sit on the edge of their seats as he delivers that first opening lecture. "Like fighting a many-headed monster…" Yes, that would work nicely.