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Snape takes an oil painting class because the stupid flier keeps coming in his mailbox. Honestly, he just wants to have a word with the instruction about spamming his address with her non-sense class. Yet, by the end of their conversation, he is sitting in her class and begins his first painting ever. Drawing a banana. Seriously, does she have anything better to do than this? Sneering inwardly, Snape angrily expresses his view of the banana. The instructor walks pass but something causes her attention, she moves back to his seat.

"Is that a banana?" She asks as a strange yellowish thing presents on his canvas.

"Are you insulting my drawing?" He gives her his best Snapish expression, making the young woman suddenly felt like she is ten years old kid.

"No, I actually like your style, Mr. Snape," she gently replies, trying her best to hide her sudden uncomfortable feeling.

A younger girl who sits next to him looks over to his canvas and she makes a giggling sound he wishes he can obliviate the whole room. "It definitely looks like a banana," the girl says, pressing on the word "banana."

It supports to be his best day as he heads to her class this morning. Now it's the worst choice in his life ever, well, maybe second, or third… He's not sure anymore.

(I original wrote it in Discord: A Civil Snape Sever. It's the shortest fanfic I ever write. I may write a sequel or continue this storyline, but this is it for now. Thanks and enjoy my one-shot.)