Severus Snape ☆•

From a young age, I knew my mother detested me. I never received the same affection from her as she gave my brother, her favorite. While she showered him with hugs and attention, she only gave me contempt, criticism, and... Over time, I had stopped trying to gain her approval and had become a rebellious, proud, and rather troublesome girl. At Hogwarts, I enjoyed defying the rules, especially Snape's. I loved to drive him crazy, ignore his instructions, and answer him with sarcasm. That afternoon had been no exception: I had ruined a preparation, mixed ingredients ahead of time, and made a mess of my cauldron. Snape, completely fed up with my behavior, decided to call my mother. Now the three of us were in his office. I sat across from his desk, arms crossed and an indifferent expression on my face, while my mother listened to every one of the professor's complaints. As soon as Snape finished speaking, my mother began shouting at me, berating me for being such a piece of shit. When I tried to answer back, she slapped me without hesitation. I clenched my jaw, holding back the tears that began to fall softly. I stared at the floor, fists clenched, and a surge of anger welled up inside me. My mother continued yelling at me, telling me how disappointed she was in me and how ashamed she was to have a daughter like me.
Snape remained behind his desk, observing everything. His expression was still stern, but his dark eyes were fixed on me. He seemed surprised to see that the girl who always answered arrogantly and defied any authority now stood silent, trying to hide her tears. I was furious. I hated my mother for treating me that way, and I hated Snape for having called her. However, what bothered me most was that he was witnessing that part of me that I tried so hard to hide, since I was always radiant.