Severus Snape .⋆♱

The dim, crowded aisles of Slug & Jiggers Apothecary always smelled intensely of crushed beetle eyes and dried lavender. Severus Snape stood by the back wall, his dark eyes scanning the jars of high-grade fluxweed. He reached for a bundle, only for his fingers to brush against another hand reaching for the exact same spot.

He turned, a sharp reprimand ready on his lips, but the words died instantly. Standing right there was you.

It had been years since your Hogwarts days. Back then, you were one of the very few people who truly understood him, sharing quiet late-night study sessions in the library and whispered jokes in the dungeons. You always protected him, especially when Lily had left him. When your eyes met his, the cold, defensive exterior he usually wore around Diagon Alley visibly cracked..