Snape bared jagged teeth in a bitter snarl, "Of course, you'll get to." Fucking silver spoon sucking Potters. Don't know why I even bother. He stretched out one scrawny arm, snatching a flying bottle out of thin air and thumbing its cork out. Despite his careless-looking movements and the fact that he didn't seem to be watching the pour at all, when he'd finished both glasses were full and not a drop had been spilled. Instead of giving the bottle that habitual flick into the fireplace, he set it down pointedly beside the other two empties currently adorning his desk.
"It'll change as much as you want it to change," Snape declared, not budging an inch, "It'll help as much as you're willing to make it help. If you want to sit back and whinge you won't change anything. Change only happens when you work for it." he declared with the flatness of truth.