Professor Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville.
You wonít ever like me. You wonít ever respect me. You think Iím a waste of space.
I am a waste of space. Not competent, not masterful, like you.
I donít swirl. I donít sneer. At best, I drop toads and get in the way.
Iím only a kid, and a useless one. Your eyes say that every time they actually see me.
Professor Lupin told me to dress you in Grandmumís clothes for the spell.
But in my own mind, I keep dressing you in no clothes at all.