“Ahh [Name]-chan now you listen.” She comments wearing a smirk. Face bright you mumble out an apology, “Gomenasai Riko-chan.” Giggling she flaps her hand at you, “It’s okay,” Riko grins. Marking your place in your book, you close it tucking it away. Exchanging idle conversation, you zone out staring at a spot behind Riko’s head. Hearing grunting from across the cafeteria you list your gaze trying to find that irritating noise.
“Dammit!” A familiar flustered voice y
1. Grammar is important. You need to keep your grammar in line (no random capitalization/lack thereof, correct spelling, etc) or it'll... basically, it'll look like a toddler's first art project. SCP is made to look official, and if that goes out the window, basically you just have a POS character bio.
2. Remember formats and such. All SCPs will have the following areas to hit:
Item #:Object Class:Special Containment Procedures:Description:
Good SCPs will generally include Addendums, or addons. These will look like this:
Beyond that, the addendums are pretty much under your control as
The idiot blonde you were annoyed by was none other than the self-proclaimed 'hero' Alfred F. Jones. He was the school's perfect boy. Everyone loved him. That is, everyone except you. You were annoyed how he acted like an innocent idiot when in reality he was one of the smarter people in the school. You saw right past his act and definitely didn't like it. Since you were on the student council you were allowed to look up information on him, such as his current and past grades.
"Are you alright, love?" You snapped out of your thoughts and glanced at Arthur, who was sitting beside you. You blushed momentarily and shook your head.
"With all that staring people might start to think you like
In the weeks that followed, (F/n) and Severus Snape trained together. Well, more he trained her. Even though the black clad professor taught her the Dark Arts anyway, the tutoring did not stop. After a few sessions, she had conquered Expecto Patronum, but still asked to further expand her knowledge. Snape had agreed to fully take the (H/n) student under his wing (or cloak?) to help her become her best.
They had grown considerably closer as a result. No longer was Snape as cold as he was before, towards (F/n), at least. They were now on a first name basis outside of the classroom, but (F/n) still resorted to calling him ‘Senpai’, and he welcomed it warmly now. Even in class, Snape was considerably nice to her than the other students. She didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed about that.
The other students had begun
It was the start of (F/n)’s last year at Hogwarts and she had to decide whether to take the class of Potions or the Dark Arts. She knew Snape was the Potion’s Master and it pained her to have to leave his class after she had chosen the Dark Arts. In a way, the (E/c) eyed student thought it good. After all, she didn’t want to look as though she were stuck to his side, as much as she wanted to be.
Right now, she was sat with her head in her hand at the (H/n) house table in the Great Hall, listening to Dumbledore give his beginning-of-term speech. Beforehand, the new First Years had been sorted and you all had welcomed them warmly. It was refreshing to see new faces; it reminded (F/n) how just a few years ago, she was in the youngest year and that now she was in the oldest.
After Headmaster’s speech, he called for everyone’s attention once again after a few moments of cheering. Apparently, there was going to be a few