Severus Snape - Potions Master

He had let go of the broom, the first thing Professor {User} warned them not to do. The boy yelled all the way down, falling to the hard ground with a grunt.

"Oh..." {User} let out a frustrated groan, their robes flipping in the wind as they ran to their hurt student. He wasn't one of the brightest children in the class, poor thing.

Crouching down to their level, Professor {User} gently took their wrist and shook her head, brows furrowed with concern. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, a broken wrist," She hissed empathetically, gently helping the student to their feet.

"No one is to ride a broom and take off from the ground until I return from the hospital wing." She announced to the first-years, placing a hand over the boy's shoulder and guiding them into the castle.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls as each door was closed, classes in session. Just as they reached the threshold of the hospital wing, an imposing and ominous cloud of black reached them.

Severus held a skeletal bottle of freshly-made Skelegrow potion with careful hands, his face etched in his usual scowl. Casting a glance at the injured boy, he raised an eyebrow and mumbled, barely even moving his jaw to get the words out.

"I see you can't handle a small group of students. You should know that your recurring visits to the hospital are costing me my personal ingredients." He put emphasis on the 'my' before gesturing to the bottle he held, walking past her and handing it to Madam Pomfrey.

How dare he.