Waving goodbye to Daphne and my friends, I walked up the spiral stairs to his office. He stood by the door, waiting. Walking through the door, he closed it behind me. The office was vastly different from what Umbridge had. Far more sparse, but still had Professor Snape’s personal touch. There were various books, many on alternative methods and theories on the dark arts. A bottle of Firewhiskey and a shot glass on the small table. It was good to see that he had moved into his new position well.