"You ran away to school? Yet you don't intend to stay?" Snape feels slightly sympathetic. "I suppose they were dismayed that you were a witch, that you could do things they couldn't and they didn't want you able to do still more. But even so, there would be arrangements made. You could take all your courses. You could stay here until you come of age."

He remembers his own father and the open palm against his head when he had managed his first otherwise enchanting little effects.

"I'm sure a new Potions Master will be appointed for the new term when it begins. You need only wait until the Feast."

ooc: Giant snake... ooooooohhhhhhhhh. mean.