After the NEWT Exams, the Potions Professor Turns Out to Be Like This

Apologies for the clickbait title. The actual story isn't that cheesy.

A short story, around tens of thousands of words. It's complete, and I'll post the whole thing once it's finished.

A discipline-themed story. If you mind related scenes, please don't read.

Pure self-insert romance for female readers. Feel free to imagine yourself as the heroine. I started writing this for love, to make something for my own enjoyment. If it ruins the OC in your heart, please quietly spin around, leap away, and leave with your eyes closed.

No Lily, no Marauders, no war. Everything is peace and love.

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"Clara is a beggar draped in light on a stage. She doesn't need to be illuminated, but longs to be seen, her hands humbly begging beneath her finery.

Then she turns around, and blazing flames rise from underground.

Her eyes, thick with mascara, cannot open. She sinks into endless darkness.

The void of night is not despair. It is her headmaster raising his wand."

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Timeline: You're a first-year, and Snape is twenty-one, just starting work at Hogwarts.

You = Clara Zouch, an atypical pure-blood but a typical Slytherin.

For self-insert readers:

Good student

Perfectionist

Anxiety sufferer

Insomniac

Low self-esteem

Oppressive family background

In love with the Potions professor

Theme: To love you is to give you everything you want, provided you're sure that's what you want.