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Teaching Mr. Dormers
Chapter 46 ~ Teaching Mr. Dormers
If Hugo thought James would be any help, he was sadly mistaken.
”Look Hugo, I know you have a hard-on for Odd Rod, but he’s got to handle Roland himself,” his cousin said to him.
”I don’t have a hard-on for Rod,” Hugo snapped at James, frowning, “Roland’s just so much bigger than him and is a better fighter. It’s not fair.”
James shook his head.
”Hugo, Rod’s just going to have to learn to defend himself better. I’m not about to go rushing in to help him like he’s a witch or something. He’s got to be a man, Hugo. If he can’t handle Roland, maybe he should just give up the date with Rose,” James said.
Hugo scowled at his cousin.
“No. He won’t do that,” he said firmly, “Rod’s not a coward. He fought Roland anyway, even though he got his ass kicked.”
James nodded.
”Maybe he’ll do better if it happens again. But just stay out of it, okay? This is something all wizards go through and they have to handle it themselves, Hugo. I’m sorry I can’t help you. I really am,” James said.
”Right,” Hugo snorted, stalking away.
James sighed. Hugo just didn’t understand that for Rod to get any respect he was going to have to face Roland on his own, just as he had to face any other difficulty in life. When it came to witches, sometimes it came down to the Law of the Jungle, to the strongest go the spoils. If Rod wanted his spoils, he was going to have to grow some teeth.
It was just the way things were.
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After escorting Rose back to Hogwarts, Snape, Hermione and a somewhat reluctant Rod apparated back to the worksite.
”Perhaps Rod would like to come in for a pumpkin juice,” Hermione suggested, feeling a little apprehensive for the young wizard, who was standing there rubbing the back of his neck sullenly.
Rod was about to say he wouldn’t mind a drink when Snape said, “He’s fine. He’ll get something to drink after he’s worked up a thirst.”
Hermione looked at Rod sympathetically.
”Pay attention to what he shows you Rod,” she said to the wizard encouragingly.
”I don’t think I’m going to have a choice, Mrs. Weasley. Thanks,” Rod said.
“I’ll see you later, Professor,” Hermione said to the Potions master, who nodded at her soberly.
”Good-bye, Mrs. Weasley,” he said formally. “Come along boy. You have a lot to learn in a little time.”
Snape strode toward the mountain, Rod following him.
Hermione watched them go, then let herself into the building.
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Snape took the long winding path, Rod dragging behind him.
”Get up here, Mr. Dormers,” Snape snapped.
Rod hurried up and joined the wizard.
”Now, Mr. Dormers. What was the reason for the fiasco I witnessed this morning? Why were you serving as a punching bag for a wizard who was clearly a better fighter than you?” he asked the wizard.
”He wanted me to break my date with Rose so he could take her to the Christmas dance,” the young wizard said, frowning.
Snape’s brow furrowed.
”So you decided to take a stand,” the wizard said.
”I guess. But only because Rose was there and she looked so disappointed when he told her I wanted to back out of the dance. If she hadn’t looked like that, then I might have let him take her. I didn’t actually ask Rose to the dance, Professor. Her brother Hugo did for me. It was his idea. I couldn’t stop him,” Rod admitted.
“So you’re telling me, Mr. Dormers, you were roped in going to a dance you don’t wish to attend?” Snape asked him.
Rod thought about it.
”Well, I do want to go. I just wasn’t planning to. I wouldn’t have if Hugo hadn’t asked Rose,” he said honestly. “It seems she really wants to go with me. But I have no idea how to treat a witch on a date. I’ve never been with one. Ever.”
Snape didn’t say anything for a full minute.
”I take it that means you can’t dance either, Mr. Dormers,” the dark wizard said.
”No. But Rose and Hugo are going to teach me before the ball,” he replied.
Again silence ensued as they walked along the forest path. Rod looked around.
”All this land is yours, Professor?” he asked the wizard.
”Yes it is,” Snape replied.
”It’s peaceful here. Nice,” Rod said wistfully, breathing in the cold mountain air.
“I take it you like the outdoors, Mr. Dormers?” the Potions Master questioned him.
”Yes. I always go outside when things get a bit much at school,” the boy replied, “I feel like I can breathe when I’m out alone. Working around the school grounds wasn’t really that bad. Only the teasing. I hated that. But sometimes I would look at how nice the grounds looked and feel kind of proud of it. It was something I did, you know? Even if no one else appreciated it.”
The two wizards continued to walk toward the mountain.
”Mr. Dormers, what are your plans after graduation?” Snape asked the Slytherin.
Rod shrugged.
“I don’t really know. I don’t even have anywhere to go. I spent all my summers at Hogwarts. I guess I’ll find a job someplace. My marks aren’t that good so I guess it won’t be that great a job. I’ll probably just . . . I don’t know…” the wizard said glumly.
The truth was Rod didn’t like to think about what was going to happen to him after graduation. He had a wait and see attitude. He’d survive. He just didn’t know how he would survive.
”Mr. Dormers, I grow Potions ingredients for my company. I plan to expand my fields next spring and will be in need of someone to help me work them. Would you be interested in a job?” the wizard asked him.
”Working for you?” Rod replied incredulously.
Snape bit back a snarky response.
”Yes. For Sparse Venues actually. We have excellent benefits and good pay. Since I plan to expand over the next few years, it would be a good opportunity for you to get in on the ground floor. Unless of course, you prefer to be a dishwasher or trash collector for the rest of your life,” the Potions master said.
“No. I don’t,” Rod said, “I’d be glad to work for you, sir.”
”Good lad,” the Professor said with a small smirk. “At least you have some good sense. Now, come along.”
Snape once again grasped Rod by the scruff of the neck and disapparated.
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They reappeared in Snape’s living room. The Potions master released the young wizard and looked at him with steely eyes.
”We will only be here for a moment, Mr. Dormers. Wait here,” the wizard said, disappearing down the hallway.
Rod looked around. The wizard certainly had a lot of books. He walked over and looked at the titles. Wow. These were pretty old.
His blue eyes fell on a book entitled: Doorway to the Dark Arts
Rod looked back toward the hallway to see if Snape was coming. He wasn’t. Carefully, the wizard pulled the book from the shelf. It felt rather warm in his hands. Slowly, he opened it.
Suddenly the room was filled with a powerful wind, the book ripping from his hand and plastering itself against the wall. Rod saw a hole growing in the center of it and a powerful suction gripped him.
”Help!” Rod screamed, grabbing on to the back of the sofa, his legs flying into the air as he clutched at it desperately, the book pulling at him.
“Professor! Help!” Rod shrieked again.
Suddenly he heard the Professor shout something and the book closed, dropping to the floor, Rod falling to the couch.
He barely had time to draw a breath before he was snatched up from the sofa, two pale hands gripping the lapels of his robes, two dark eyes burning into his.
”Don’t you ever, ever touch another object in my home!” the Potions master snarled at him, “If that book had sucked you in, you would have been lost forever!”
Snape shook him roughly.
”I’m sorry,” Rod gasped, “I just wanted to take a look at it.”
Snape stopped snarling and released him. The wizard then walked over to the fallen book, picked it up and returned it to its proper place. He turned to face the quivering Slytherin.
”Curiosity has killed more than cats, Mr. Dormers. Again I tell you, you are a lucky young wizard. Now here, take these,” he said to the wizard.
Snape thrust a wife beater and a pair of black sweat pants into the boy’s hands, then grabbed him by the neck again.
”Let’s go,” he growled.
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They reappeared in front of the worksite. The door opened and Snape entered, followed by Rod. The female voice announced them.
”Professor Severus Snape and Mr. Rod Dormer are on the premises. Authorized.”
”Follow me Mr. Dormers,” the Potions Master instructed, walking down the hall and turning into the exercise room. Rod followed. As he passed Hermione’s apartment, the door opened and Hermione looked out. She had heard the announcement.
”Rod! What are you doing?” she asked. Hermione saw he held workout clothes in his hands.
”Following the Professor,” the wizard replied, pausing.
”Now, Mr. Dormers!” Snape’s voice bellowed from down the hall.
”I’d better go,” Rod said to the wide-eyed witch.
Hermione watched Rod walk down the hall and turn into the exercise room. She hesitated, then closed the door. She hoped the Professor wouldn’t be too hard on the young wizard.
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Snape walked into the locker room followed by Rod and began to unbutton his robes.
”Put on those clothes, Mr. Dormers,” he instructed.
”Here?” Rod said, uncomfortable. He had never undressed in front of anyone before.
”No, in the hallway, Mr. Dormers,” Snape snapped snarkily.
The older wizard removed his robes and started on his shirt.
Rod turned his back to Snape and undressed, feeling very exposed. By the time he turned back around the Potions Master was dressed much the same as he was. In a white wife beater and black sweat pants. He was barefoot. The wizard was lean, but sinewy, his musculature tight and rather cut for someone his age.
Snape sized Rod up. He was a strong-looking lad. Good. He’d need to be.
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”Follow me, Mr. Dormers,” Snape ordered, striding from the locker room.
Rod followed him down the hall, then turned into another room. Rod followed him. It was the Room of Requirement.
The room was empty, but the floor itself was covered in mats. Not the softest mats either. Snape turned to look at him.
”Now Mr. Dormers. You are going to learn a few defensive moves. Today when I entered Hogwarts and was directed by a rather hysterical Mrs. Weasley to break up your fight, I paused a bit so I could see exactly what was going on, observing you and your opponent.
”Roland. His name is Roland,” Rod said.
”Roland,” the wizard repeated, “In those few moments I saw that Roland is not a skilled fighter, but rather a brawler. He has no training and counts on his strength and weight to overcome his opponents. He is a large young man and the odds are definitely on his side when facing another untrained wizard.”
Rod listened carefully.
”However, an opponent’s strength and weight can be utilized against him and become a liability rather than a strength. You need to learn exactly how to do this, Mr. Dormers if you wish to at least break even with the wizard,” the Professor said. “Now Mr. Dormers. I want you to try to take me down.”
”What?” Rod said, looking at the tall wizard in disbelief.
”Take me down, Mr. Dormers. Try to take me to the mats. Attack me,” the Potions master said, leaning forward slightly, his arms relaxed.
Rod looked at him doubtfully.
Snape frowned at him.
”Either you take me down, or I will take you down, Mr. Dormers. I am not here to waste my time,” the wizard said, his dark eyes glinting.
Rod stood there.
”Don’t be a coward all your life, Mr. Dormers. Take the initiative! The reason your life has been so miserable is because you allowed it to be. Find your worth, boy!” the wizard snarled.
Rod never believed himself a coward and hated to hear it said that he was. He simply did what was most expedient. Not make trouble, even when it came to him. But the Professor’s words cut him to the quick and suddenly he charged, intending on grabbing him by the midsection and taking him down with his body weight combined with his velocity.
Snape stood there until the last minute, then spun, catching Rod around the shoulders and flinging him hard to the mats, using his own velocity. Rod lay there gasping. He had hit the mats face first and felt the burn.
”Your first lesson, Mr. Dormers. Now get up and try again. Something different this time,” Snape said coldly.
Rod got up from the floor, his blue eyes hard. The Professor had to be in his fifties, an old man by Rod’s standard despite the good shape he was in. The blonde wizard brushed himself off and stood there a moment, thinking.
Then he charged again. This time he tried shifting and grabbing Snape by the legs. But the wizard was ready and braced himself, absorbing the shock of the impact by shifting his weight, gripping Rod around the middle and lifting him until he was inverted, then dropping down, falling on top of him hard, slamming him to the mats again.
He lay on the boy full weight as he struggled, grinning darkly until the struggles ceased.
Snape got up and looked down on Rod, who lay there panting.
“Very sad, Mr. Dormers. Very sad. But I am sure you realize the errors you’ve made both times,” Snape said. “You will have the advantage if you do not go on the offensive first. You simply don’t have the skill yet. Your focus should be on the defensive and utilizing offensive blows meant to weaken your adversary. You should avoid grappling with him. Give him as little contact as possible. That is what I am attempting to show you.”
Rod slowly rose and looked at the Professor.
”All right. I see that. What do I do about it?” the wizard asked him.
Snape gave him a dark smile.
”I’ll show you, Mr. Dormers. I’ll show you,” he replied.
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A/N: Rod’s curiosity was almost his undoing. :::shakes head::: Good thing Snape was there to save him. Nice start to the lesson, though Snape seemed to be enjoying it far too much. Thanks for reading.
If Hugo thought James would be any help, he was sadly mistaken.
”Look Hugo, I know you have a hard-on for Odd Rod, but he’s got to handle Roland himself,” his cousin said to him.
”I don’t have a hard-on for Rod,” Hugo snapped at James, frowning, “Roland’s just so much bigger than him and is a better fighter. It’s not fair.”
James shook his head.
”Hugo, Rod’s just going to have to learn to defend himself better. I’m not about to go rushing in to help him like he’s a witch or something. He’s got to be a man, Hugo. If he can’t handle Roland, maybe he should just give up the date with Rose,” James said.
Hugo scowled at his cousin.
“No. He won’t do that,” he said firmly, “Rod’s not a coward. He fought Roland anyway, even though he got his ass kicked.”
James nodded.
”Maybe he’ll do better if it happens again. But just stay out of it, okay? This is something all wizards go through and they have to handle it themselves, Hugo. I’m sorry I can’t help you. I really am,” James said.
”Right,” Hugo snorted, stalking away.
James sighed. Hugo just didn’t understand that for Rod to get any respect he was going to have to face Roland on his own, just as he had to face any other difficulty in life. When it came to witches, sometimes it came down to the Law of the Jungle, to the strongest go the spoils. If Rod wanted his spoils, he was going to have to grow some teeth.
It was just the way things were.
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After escorting Rose back to Hogwarts, Snape, Hermione and a somewhat reluctant Rod apparated back to the worksite.
”Perhaps Rod would like to come in for a pumpkin juice,” Hermione suggested, feeling a little apprehensive for the young wizard, who was standing there rubbing the back of his neck sullenly.
Rod was about to say he wouldn’t mind a drink when Snape said, “He’s fine. He’ll get something to drink after he’s worked up a thirst.”
Hermione looked at Rod sympathetically.
”Pay attention to what he shows you Rod,” she said to the wizard encouragingly.
”I don’t think I’m going to have a choice, Mrs. Weasley. Thanks,” Rod said.
“I’ll see you later, Professor,” Hermione said to the Potions master, who nodded at her soberly.
”Good-bye, Mrs. Weasley,” he said formally. “Come along boy. You have a lot to learn in a little time.”
Snape strode toward the mountain, Rod following him.
Hermione watched them go, then let herself into the building.
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Snape took the long winding path, Rod dragging behind him.
”Get up here, Mr. Dormers,” Snape snapped.
Rod hurried up and joined the wizard.
”Now, Mr. Dormers. What was the reason for the fiasco I witnessed this morning? Why were you serving as a punching bag for a wizard who was clearly a better fighter than you?” he asked the wizard.
”He wanted me to break my date with Rose so he could take her to the Christmas dance,” the young wizard said, frowning.
Snape’s brow furrowed.
”So you decided to take a stand,” the wizard said.
”I guess. But only because Rose was there and she looked so disappointed when he told her I wanted to back out of the dance. If she hadn’t looked like that, then I might have let him take her. I didn’t actually ask Rose to the dance, Professor. Her brother Hugo did for me. It was his idea. I couldn’t stop him,” Rod admitted.
“So you’re telling me, Mr. Dormers, you were roped in going to a dance you don’t wish to attend?” Snape asked him.
Rod thought about it.
”Well, I do want to go. I just wasn’t planning to. I wouldn’t have if Hugo hadn’t asked Rose,” he said honestly. “It seems she really wants to go with me. But I have no idea how to treat a witch on a date. I’ve never been with one. Ever.”
Snape didn’t say anything for a full minute.
”I take it that means you can’t dance either, Mr. Dormers,” the dark wizard said.
”No. But Rose and Hugo are going to teach me before the ball,” he replied.
Again silence ensued as they walked along the forest path. Rod looked around.
”All this land is yours, Professor?” he asked the wizard.
”Yes it is,” Snape replied.
”It’s peaceful here. Nice,” Rod said wistfully, breathing in the cold mountain air.
“I take it you like the outdoors, Mr. Dormers?” the Potions Master questioned him.
”Yes. I always go outside when things get a bit much at school,” the boy replied, “I feel like I can breathe when I’m out alone. Working around the school grounds wasn’t really that bad. Only the teasing. I hated that. But sometimes I would look at how nice the grounds looked and feel kind of proud of it. It was something I did, you know? Even if no one else appreciated it.”
The two wizards continued to walk toward the mountain.
”Mr. Dormers, what are your plans after graduation?” Snape asked the Slytherin.
Rod shrugged.
“I don’t really know. I don’t even have anywhere to go. I spent all my summers at Hogwarts. I guess I’ll find a job someplace. My marks aren’t that good so I guess it won’t be that great a job. I’ll probably just . . . I don’t know…” the wizard said glumly.
The truth was Rod didn’t like to think about what was going to happen to him after graduation. He had a wait and see attitude. He’d survive. He just didn’t know how he would survive.
”Mr. Dormers, I grow Potions ingredients for my company. I plan to expand my fields next spring and will be in need of someone to help me work them. Would you be interested in a job?” the wizard asked him.
”Working for you?” Rod replied incredulously.
Snape bit back a snarky response.
”Yes. For Sparse Venues actually. We have excellent benefits and good pay. Since I plan to expand over the next few years, it would be a good opportunity for you to get in on the ground floor. Unless of course, you prefer to be a dishwasher or trash collector for the rest of your life,” the Potions master said.
“No. I don’t,” Rod said, “I’d be glad to work for you, sir.”
”Good lad,” the Professor said with a small smirk. “At least you have some good sense. Now, come along.”
Snape once again grasped Rod by the scruff of the neck and disapparated.
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They reappeared in Snape’s living room. The Potions master released the young wizard and looked at him with steely eyes.
”We will only be here for a moment, Mr. Dormers. Wait here,” the wizard said, disappearing down the hallway.
Rod looked around. The wizard certainly had a lot of books. He walked over and looked at the titles. Wow. These were pretty old.
His blue eyes fell on a book entitled: Doorway to the Dark Arts
Rod looked back toward the hallway to see if Snape was coming. He wasn’t. Carefully, the wizard pulled the book from the shelf. It felt rather warm in his hands. Slowly, he opened it.
Suddenly the room was filled with a powerful wind, the book ripping from his hand and plastering itself against the wall. Rod saw a hole growing in the center of it and a powerful suction gripped him.
”Help!” Rod screamed, grabbing on to the back of the sofa, his legs flying into the air as he clutched at it desperately, the book pulling at him.
“Professor! Help!” Rod shrieked again.
Suddenly he heard the Professor shout something and the book closed, dropping to the floor, Rod falling to the couch.
He barely had time to draw a breath before he was snatched up from the sofa, two pale hands gripping the lapels of his robes, two dark eyes burning into his.
”Don’t you ever, ever touch another object in my home!” the Potions master snarled at him, “If that book had sucked you in, you would have been lost forever!”
Snape shook him roughly.
”I’m sorry,” Rod gasped, “I just wanted to take a look at it.”
Snape stopped snarling and released him. The wizard then walked over to the fallen book, picked it up and returned it to its proper place. He turned to face the quivering Slytherin.
”Curiosity has killed more than cats, Mr. Dormers. Again I tell you, you are a lucky young wizard. Now here, take these,” he said to the wizard.
Snape thrust a wife beater and a pair of black sweat pants into the boy’s hands, then grabbed him by the neck again.
”Let’s go,” he growled.
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They reappeared in front of the worksite. The door opened and Snape entered, followed by Rod. The female voice announced them.
”Professor Severus Snape and Mr. Rod Dormer are on the premises. Authorized.”
”Follow me Mr. Dormers,” the Potions Master instructed, walking down the hall and turning into the exercise room. Rod followed. As he passed Hermione’s apartment, the door opened and Hermione looked out. She had heard the announcement.
”Rod! What are you doing?” she asked. Hermione saw he held workout clothes in his hands.
”Following the Professor,” the wizard replied, pausing.
”Now, Mr. Dormers!” Snape’s voice bellowed from down the hall.
”I’d better go,” Rod said to the wide-eyed witch.
Hermione watched Rod walk down the hall and turn into the exercise room. She hesitated, then closed the door. She hoped the Professor wouldn’t be too hard on the young wizard.
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Snape walked into the locker room followed by Rod and began to unbutton his robes.
”Put on those clothes, Mr. Dormers,” he instructed.
”Here?” Rod said, uncomfortable. He had never undressed in front of anyone before.
”No, in the hallway, Mr. Dormers,” Snape snapped snarkily.
The older wizard removed his robes and started on his shirt.
Rod turned his back to Snape and undressed, feeling very exposed. By the time he turned back around the Potions Master was dressed much the same as he was. In a white wife beater and black sweat pants. He was barefoot. The wizard was lean, but sinewy, his musculature tight and rather cut for someone his age.
Snape sized Rod up. He was a strong-looking lad. Good. He’d need to be.
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”Follow me, Mr. Dormers,” Snape ordered, striding from the locker room.
Rod followed him down the hall, then turned into another room. Rod followed him. It was the Room of Requirement.
The room was empty, but the floor itself was covered in mats. Not the softest mats either. Snape turned to look at him.
”Now Mr. Dormers. You are going to learn a few defensive moves. Today when I entered Hogwarts and was directed by a rather hysterical Mrs. Weasley to break up your fight, I paused a bit so I could see exactly what was going on, observing you and your opponent.
”Roland. His name is Roland,” Rod said.
”Roland,” the wizard repeated, “In those few moments I saw that Roland is not a skilled fighter, but rather a brawler. He has no training and counts on his strength and weight to overcome his opponents. He is a large young man and the odds are definitely on his side when facing another untrained wizard.”
Rod listened carefully.
”However, an opponent’s strength and weight can be utilized against him and become a liability rather than a strength. You need to learn exactly how to do this, Mr. Dormers if you wish to at least break even with the wizard,” the Professor said. “Now Mr. Dormers. I want you to try to take me down.”
”What?” Rod said, looking at the tall wizard in disbelief.
”Take me down, Mr. Dormers. Try to take me to the mats. Attack me,” the Potions master said, leaning forward slightly, his arms relaxed.
Rod looked at him doubtfully.
Snape frowned at him.
”Either you take me down, or I will take you down, Mr. Dormers. I am not here to waste my time,” the wizard said, his dark eyes glinting.
Rod stood there.
”Don’t be a coward all your life, Mr. Dormers. Take the initiative! The reason your life has been so miserable is because you allowed it to be. Find your worth, boy!” the wizard snarled.
Rod never believed himself a coward and hated to hear it said that he was. He simply did what was most expedient. Not make trouble, even when it came to him. But the Professor’s words cut him to the quick and suddenly he charged, intending on grabbing him by the midsection and taking him down with his body weight combined with his velocity.
Snape stood there until the last minute, then spun, catching Rod around the shoulders and flinging him hard to the mats, using his own velocity. Rod lay there gasping. He had hit the mats face first and felt the burn.
”Your first lesson, Mr. Dormers. Now get up and try again. Something different this time,” Snape said coldly.
Rod got up from the floor, his blue eyes hard. The Professor had to be in his fifties, an old man by Rod’s standard despite the good shape he was in. The blonde wizard brushed himself off and stood there a moment, thinking.
Then he charged again. This time he tried shifting and grabbing Snape by the legs. But the wizard was ready and braced himself, absorbing the shock of the impact by shifting his weight, gripping Rod around the middle and lifting him until he was inverted, then dropping down, falling on top of him hard, slamming him to the mats again.
He lay on the boy full weight as he struggled, grinning darkly until the struggles ceased.
Snape got up and looked down on Rod, who lay there panting.
“Very sad, Mr. Dormers. Very sad. But I am sure you realize the errors you’ve made both times,” Snape said. “You will have the advantage if you do not go on the offensive first. You simply don’t have the skill yet. Your focus should be on the defensive and utilizing offensive blows meant to weaken your adversary. You should avoid grappling with him. Give him as little contact as possible. That is what I am attempting to show you.”
Rod slowly rose and looked at the Professor.
”All right. I see that. What do I do about it?” the wizard asked him.
Snape gave him a dark smile.
”I’ll show you, Mr. Dormers. I’ll show you,” he replied.
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A/N: Rod’s curiosity was almost his undoing. :::shakes head::: Good thing Snape was there to save him. Nice start to the lesson, though Snape seemed to be enjoying it far too much. Thanks for reading.