S: 0.2 Mock him

                                    

                                          

Severus Snape
"Sev, I'm afraid that I like Potter,"
A soundless declaration of clarity that repeats itself over and over in my head.
                                                    Why?
                    Why does Lily like that bully so much?
Even after all of the things that he did to me, it hurts so bad that I can't even express the extent of betrayal that I felt. I can respect that she doesn't share the same feelings for me as I have towards her, but to choose a Wizard of a man child like that of James Potter?
I can't accept it.
"Ughh...Sirius..." James muttered while sipping through his butterbeers.
Even when he was sober, he didn't catch on that I was the butterbeertender tonight and that Sirius had other matters at hand, probably out shopping, spending all of his money on a new cloak before enjoying watching the Triwizard Tournament. The more I looked at him, the more annoyed I felt about Lily's decision.
He was on the verge of collapsing since he had one too many that even I lost count of. My coworkers told me that he had been here since 4. 
It's almost dark. 
"Would you like another one? I asked.
"When do you get off?" James says, pushing his empty glass towards me.
What in the name of the defense of the dark arts magic is he on?
Is the famous, all conceited James Potter trying to make conversation with me?
The same wizard who serves as his play toy?
Instead of just making him a fresh brew of butterbeer, I should splash it all over his face and just let him have it, shall I?
I imagine how it would play out over and over in my mind as the thought trails to play—I can't help but feel slightly happy about it.
"What the blimey hell is wrong with you?" James says, drinking it down quickly.
Did he see through me?
I'm thinking that I should find another place to fantasize where he can't see my face or read my thoughts. Actually, the all mighty James Potter doesn't have the power to do that yet. Maybe his parents bribe the professors to give him good grades. He doesn't have to work for them; they're just given to him.
As soon as I turn around, the tug of his fingers gripped onto my arm by surprise.
"How dare you ignore me," James says sternly.
"I—I did no such thing, Po—"
James is tall, with broad shoulders, a solid chest, and he has large enough biceps to be able to lift and fling me around even if I did nothing to irritate or annoy him. I have to use caution when speaking with him. And if the anger in his eyes recognized me even by voice, he would definitely go berserk.
I hadn't even finished my sentence when James suddenly collapsed onto the counter. I quickly looked around the bar, hoping to see Remus or Peter nearby to come and help their friend, but unfortunately, luck was not on my side. Suddenly, a twisted thought crossed my head. I was never one for petty tricks such as mixing a polyjuice potion, but this could be my only chance to discover why Lily likes this beast of a wizard so much.