John Constantine and The Useless Magic Rock

Student Loan Debt isnt Something to Look Forward to.

Snape wanted the day to end desperately...even more so after the close encounter with his colleague.

Quirrell.....oh how the bumbling-buffoon made his blood boil.

After returning from his little trip from Albania, the Professor's actions had become increasingly alarming.....finally giving him a good reason to boot him out the school....

With Harry Potter coming to Hogwarts as a first year, Dumbledore wasn't taking chances.

The potions master breathed through his nose.....even so....with his already strong dislike of the moron, there was a noticeable change within the person of interest that no one but himself, Dumbledore and Minerva were aware of...a change of aura one could say.

Now, Snape didn't personally believe too much into that nonsense....but it seemed that the very air around Quirrell had shifted into something else.

While he contained similar mannerisms that fooled others, Snape could sense an intention behind them.

For what though?

He didn't know.

Now Snape didn't like not knowing the answers to things.
He had-needed to have a form of control over situations, he felt absolutely incompetent without it.

He was going to keep an eye out for Quirrell every chance he got.

He looked over his shoulder to see the child following him, apparently immersed in his thoughts as well.

John Constantine was odd.

He was mature and childish at the same time!
One personality here-before it switches all together!

The child was impossible as well, in every spec of the word!

Popping seemingly from thin air with an acute talent for evasion and pissing him off...

Oh what an absolute joy will these several long years be for him...

Constantine frowned and his eyes narrowed.

While his eyes were stuck to the floor he walked on, he was obviously somewhere else.
Where?
Honestly, Snape couldn't truly care.

They came up to one of Diagon alley's more well-known entrances, the wall behind the bar.

"We will be making this quick."

Constantine drew his attention upwards, a slight show of emotion containing surprise and confusion.

"Uhhh......sir?"

He rolled his eyes, muggle-raised were always exhausting to deal with.

He rose his wand and tapped the wall's combination, stepping back a tad bit as it shifted open.

He walked through the entrance, focused on the upcoming crowds that he didn't hear a small mutter behind him.

"....what the hell?......I gotta tell Chas to install this back at home...."

John had to admit, the door bit was pretty damn cool.

His eyes darted to the streets laid out before him, dozens of people happily conversing in their own worlds.

Diagon Alley he presumed.

John had to jog to keep up with the Professor.
"So uhh....Professor? What's up first?"