When Rhea found Snape, he was in the middle of grading essays. Judging by the teacher's facial expression and the blizzard-like whirlwind atmosphere surrounding him, Rhea guessed he was probably grading Harry Potter's essay, as this wave of irritation clearly surpassed any time before.
Rhea sidled up to him and took a sneak peek. Oh my goodness, it really was Harry Potter's! Rhea suspected that if the grade wasn't already at the absolute rock bottom, Snape would have gladly gone lower. After all, Harry hadn't inherited even an ounce of Potion-making talent from his mother, Lily Evans. Tsk tsk, she had to admit James Potter's genes were truly powerful—what a terrifying genetic legacy. Just look at the heavy-handed pressure on the quill; you could tell just how furious the teacher was.
"Rhea, you're here. How was your day? Are you happy?" Snape asked, pressing down on Rhea's lazy little head.
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