A/N: I feel like I've been completely neglecting this account, writing-wise. Which is actually probably better for everyone, since I don't really write much worth reading. And well, better for me, too. I really haven't had time to work on much these days. Excuses (school) and all that. And I probably shouldn't be spending my time doing this... But I felt like posting something, so here it is—a paragraph I originally wrote for my AP Language and Composition class. It was supposed to be under 100 words. I just barely made it coming in with 99 words. However, for my own purposes right now, I've tweaked it a bit and made it exactly 100 words :)

Yes, I realize that my Author's Note is basically longer than the piece itself, and I apologize.


Severus Snape was a tall, lanky man about 38 years of age. His sallow complexion did nothing for his harsh features. Severus's extraordinarily large nose had an alarming presence on his face—a face that was always graced with a malicious sneer. At the moment, his thin black form held a glass of liquor and was silhouetted in front of a roaring fireplace. Green sparks jumped out of the fire, threatening to land on his severely tailored black robes. He scowled, muttering to no one in particular, "Bloody Gryffindors." He then quickly downed his glass of Firewhiskey in one gulp.



Reviews are welcome. I know this is pretty bland and pointless; it could be way better. But it's all I've got to offer for now. View my profile for more info on stories I'm working on. In fact, reviews might even motivate me ;)