It would appear that I am suffering from a terrible affliction, called 'Se-ver-itis'.
Se-ver-itis:- an acute obsessive state of mind in which hughly unusual, discriminating females are inexplicably enchanted, seduced and irresistibly drawn like a moth to the flame by The Potion Master of severity Severus Snape. The sight of "black eyes like tunnels", raven lank hair and obsidian robes ensares the senses, inducing symptoms of euphoria, heart palpitations and in some severe cases fainting. One auditory sense in particular known as the 'silky voice' tends to mesmerize females, bewitching their minds and turning them into putty - with a tingling effect that spreads throughout various body parts. Like the source itself, the condition is severe, passionate and all consming, rendering the willing victim with an intense desire for late night detentions wth "The Master's" prescence combined with an eager hope for his correction. While the condition itself is not contagious, his legions of devotees afflicted with the condition are spreading like wildfire accompanied by a characteristic of fierce, intense loyalty. The only known cure is to admit the obsession, embrace it readily and excercise it with abandon...and frequently!
