Pushing my shoulder, Raven fell backward and whispered in my ear.
"Who's that? Looks like he has a stick up his ass."
Before I could even turn to face Raven, a sudden cold and sharp voice echoed from in front of the two of us.
"Professor Snape. The Imperial class's dormitory advisor."
Wasting no extra breaths or words, Professor Snape simply continued staring at me, seemingly trying to carve a hole through me.
As Raven peeled back, letting out a dry cough and looking back at the red pillar, I tilted my head, looked up at the professor, and casually asked.
"Need something?
Immediately flipping his gaze toward me upon hearing my relaxed and impolite tone, Raven stared at me with his eyes wide open.
I didn't feel the need to use a formal tone.
If I had to describe my least favorite character in this novel, it would be, without a doubt, be Professor Snape.
