Snape was still getting used to things in Storybrooke. But he had learned enough to know that the place had magic, and it also had no real need to hide the fact. And now there were more magically-inclined kids appearing all the time, but no classes to teach about magic at the school, from what he had seen. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to see if he couldn’t teach a class or two about magic. It wasn’t like he was unfamiliar with it, and he was learning more and more about how the magic here worked every day. He could at least teach people how to protect themselves from it.
Or maybe he could teach them how to make some potions...
Was he being a fool? Thinking about getting his old job rolling in this new place? He didn’t even know if people would go for magic-based lessons at the high school. Still, he wanted to do more than sell drugs at the pharmacy. That wasn’t what his potion making skills were meant for, he knew that. And this place allowed him the means to do more, so why not? If he had been granted this weird second shot at life, he might as well take it.
He sighed heavily as he trudged through the snow on the ground. It had snowed a lot over the night, and the whole place was coated in white. Not something he was unfamiliar with, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it, really.
It was cold and miserable and made the bites on his neck ache, despite being nothing more than a nasty scar now.
He moved for the library, his little home away from home. He liked to go inside and just sit and read for a while, keeping to himself. Of course he did- when was Severus Snape ever the social butterfly?
As he entered the library, he had a look around, wondering if there were any familiar faces to be seen. Not that he would talk to them, of course, he just found it fascinating how much people from his own world had ended up in this one.Angel On Fire