Hogwarts i am snape

This was the first time Snape was going on such a long journey. After returning that night, he frantically shoved everything he thought might be useful into the small bag Pandora had given him for Christmas. 

After sneaking some of Pandora's half-finished experiments from the Room of Requirement and leaving her a note, Snape decided to grab some food from the kitchens. He walked back down the corridor, descended to the ground floor, and followed the marble staircase into the entrance hall below. 

At the bottom of the stairs, a door on the left led to the Hufflepuff common room. Snape pushed it open and, illuminated by low-hanging torches, entered a wide, bright stone corridor. This was a stark contrast to Slytherin's dim, gloomy, subterranean passage, which never saw the light of day. The stone corridor was adorned with cheerful paintings of all sorts of delicious foods, and even the torches were cleverly carved with badger motifs. At the end of the corridor, several wooden barrels were stacked in a corner—that was the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. However, Snape had no intention of going there. He'd heard stories of many who tried to sneak in, only to be doused with vinegar for tapping the wrong barrel. According to school history, no non-Hufflepuff had set foot inside for nearly a thousand years. 

"Oh, here we are," Snape muttered softly, stopping before a painting. It depicted a large silver bowl overflowing with fruit. He extended his index finger and gently tickled the large, emerald-green pear in the painting. The pear wiggled, chuckled, and in a blink, transformed into a large green doorknob. Snape reached out, gripped the handle, pulled the door open, and stepped inside. 

Before him was a vast room with a high ceiling, as large as the Great Hall above. Along the stone walls, numerous gleaming copper pots and pans were stacked. At the far end of the room was a large brick fireplace, where a roaring fire burned brightly. 

The moment he stepped in, the previously bustling kitchen fell silent. A group of house-elves, some stirring thick soup in cauldrons, others kneading dough, all stopped their work. Their tennis-ball-sized eyes stared, uniformly, at Snape. 

Before Snape could even take in his surroundings, a tiny creature dropped a large iron pot with a clang and scurried towards him from the center of the room. 

"Good evening, sir!" a house-elf, wrapped in a tea towel bearing the Hogwarts crest, bowed and curtsied, speaking in a high, shrill voice. "Is there anything Meep can do for you?" 

Snape was startled by her enthusiasm, stepping back slightly to compose himself before saying, "Uh... I'd like some food, preferably something that will keep well." 

"Yes, sir!" Meep shrieked, her bat-like ears flapping. "We can prepare anything for you, sir, anything at all! Please, sir, have a seat! Meep will get delicious food ready for you right away!" 

As she spoke, Meep carefully tugged on the hem of Snape's robes, leading him to a table and gesturing for him to sit. Here, four long wooden tables stood, identical to the four house tables in the Great Hall above. Snape mused that the house-elves must prepare the delectable feasts here, then use their unique magic to transport the food to the corresponding tables in the Great Hall. The surrounding house-elves all wore identical uniforms, their faces beaming, curtsying to Snape incessantly. 

"Sir, would you like a cup of tea?" another house-elf shrieked loudly, his voice straining to be heard over the din of food preparation. 

"Uh—yes, all right," Snape said. 

No sooner had he spoken than six house-elves scurried up behind him, carrying a large silver tray with a steaming teapot, an empty cup, a jug of milk, and a large plate of biscuits. 

"Thank you all!" Snape stood and bowed slightly to them in gratitude. To his surprise, the house-elves' eyes reddened and welled up with tears. They looked at Snape with watery eyes. "Oh, sir! You needn't say such things!" They covered their mouths, bowed low, and retreated. 

Snape sat back down, picked up a book nearby, intending to find something to do while he waited. It was a rather yellowed House-Elf Cookbook, filled with creative recipes from Hogwarts teachers and students, some even personally named by Helga Hufflepuff herself, the founder of Hufflepuff. 

A little while later, Meep returned with several other house-elves, carrying a number of large wooden boxes. 

"Sir, inside are many cream cakes and pies, and also dried beef, roast suckling pig, pork chops, lamb chops, and sausages. Meep has used house-elf magic to preserve them, they will last a very long time, sir!" 

"Thank you so much!" Snape told the elves, placing the wooden boxes into his small bag. Seeing him effortlessly fit the large wooden boxes inside, Meep suddenly shrieked again. Snape was startled—he saw Meep rush on her short legs to the baking area, bending down to pick up several wine bottles. 

"Sir, this is wine I brewed myself! Do you need some?" Meep looked at Snape with an expectant face. 

"Oh, thank you, Meep. You're too kind." Snape said this, but promptly reached out and took the wine bottles the house-elf offered, stuffing them into his bag. 

The house-elves continued to bow and curtsy, escorting Snape to the door, bidding him good night, and welcoming him to return anytime. As Snape was about to pull the door open, Dobby's image suddenly flashed in his mind, and he asked, "Do you know Dobby? He's also a house-elf." 

"Dobby!" Meep shrieked in surprise, her large brown eyes blinking. "Sir, you know Dobby?" 

"I believe so," Snape said hesitantly, though he knew Dobby certainly wouldn't recognize him at this point in time. 

"Meep knows Dobby too, sir!" the house-elf said cheerfully. "Meep used to serve the Flint family, and saw Dobby often then!" 

"But Meep hasn't seen Dobby in a long time." Meep's large ears immediately drooped. "Meep made a mistake and was thrown out of the Flint house. Meep is a bad elf!" 

"Meep broke Mr. Flint's vase!" she cried, about to bang her head against the wooden table. "Meep was freed, bad Meep! Bad Meep!" 

Snape quickly grabbed her, saying urgently, "I forbid you to harm yourself! As a Hogwarts student, you must listen to me. Sit down, Meep!" 

Meep gave a sniffling sob and obediently sat on the stool, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Thank you, sir! No wizard besides Dumbledore has ever told Meep to sit down..." 

"Alright, Meep, take care of yourself." Snape gently patted the house-elf's shoulder. "My name is Severus Snape, and you can come to me if you need anything. It's getting late, I must go. I'll try to bring Dobby to see you sometime. Good night!" 

"Good night, sir!" Meep said, choked with emotion.