When she had enrolled in potions as her specialty for her Bachelor, she hadn’t thought it through. Every time Professor Snape sneered at her with his beady black eyes, she wondered why he hated her so much. It was the opposite of every other professor. He criticized every suggestion she made. Her potions were never up to his impossibly high standards. Some days she was determined to make it through; to prove him wrong. Then there were those days when she was contemplating dropping out. Today was the latter of the two.