Yes, Severus Does Seem The Type, Doesn't

Let My Girls Be Hermiones, Rather Than Pansy Parkinsons.

Some People Do Not Seem To Grasp That I Still Have To Sit Down In Peace And Write The Books, Apparently Believing That They Pop Up Like Mushrooms Without My Connivance.

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

You Can't Give A Dementor The Old One-two!

It Was As If Snape Had Started Handing Out Sweets.