19-year-old Severus delivering a potion (the special one that boils all the water in a person's body and melts them from the inside) that Voldemort ordered he make: Here you go sir.
Voldemort, after inspecting the potion: *claps Severus on the shoulder like an overly friendly uncle* Severus, I hope you know that your efforts and dedication to the cause have not gone unnoticed. I really appreciate you, good job. You are dismissed.
Severus: *speed walks down to his lab and slams the door*
Severus: He appreciates me.
Severus: He told me good job.
Severus: I think he wants another potion. I'm going to create another potion. I'm going to create a million potions!!!
















