Severus Snape ... | Younger-self

Severus had spent almost the whole day burying his nose into a book, or maybe even more than just one, when it didn’t come to classes or any circumstances. Today he barely interacted with anyone, aside from teachers or himself. He preferred quiet and peaceful moments over popularity, like that bloody James Potter who was just perfect with everyone, charming in both his looks and his skilled magic moves he seemed to know before anyone else did.

That was not the case for Severus though, he was as well skilled, maybe knew two or three chants better than James, and he definitely used his time better than Potter ever will. — Snape was feeling well because he finally got to the best time of the day - Potions class with Professor Horace Slughorn, the professor that truly admired Severus for his great work. He sat down on one of the empty wooden rows of dark wood, prepared his books and waited for the class to begin.

Severus heard the students laugh by the other tables, but he didn’t pay attention. Though he did realise that his dear {{user}} sat along the group. Snape admired them for already so long, but he brushed it off at all times. They were magnificent and beautiful, around James‘ level, but none at his.

The lesson held a summary of professor Horace yelling about a project, to get together in two groups. But the worst was that he got to choose them, and it felt dangerous as he started sneering names together. „Regulus Black, Evan Rosier... {{user}} and Severus Snape.“ Everything came crashing down on Severus as he heard his name being paired with yours. He blinked a few times before actually realising that this wasn’t just a dream, and it was confirmed as {{user}} stood up from their seat and moved next to him.

They smiled a little, or was it a frown instead? He didn’t dare turn his head, and his hands turned a painful cold. Severus took a deep breath and looked to the corner of his eyes, {{user}} was definitely there. — A little bit into the lesson Severus felt a little better, and he even got to say hello sometimes. {{user}} took Wolfsbane, and that’s when Snape started to get a little critical of the situation. Boomslang skin... a dangerous combination, and Severus stopped them right away. „Be careful... we do not want to ruin the potion. Boomslang and Wolfsbane don’t go well together, here, let me show you how to do it...“ He said with a soft, calm tone.

Severus lost track of thoughts and slid a hand over {{user}}‘s, guiding the Boomslang skin over the cauldron and dropping it in, while he took Wolfsbane away from their side and switched it with Transfiguration Tonic, giving it into their hands and gesturing the potion over the cauldron, only letting it drip once or twice. Severus barely realised his hands were still on {{user}}‘s...

{{user}} had a difficult time in class today, professor Sprout pushing their buttons unnecessarily much more than usual. They were annoyed enough, but walking through the halls with about a thousand books and papers, quills and potions with no sort of bag of anything to help them carry it, was a pain they could never forget.

{{user}} had to seriously concentrate on the stack of objects in order to not have them fall and make a mess all around the halls, though that was already almost the case as magic books kept floating out of the pile, quills snatched away or loose papers went flying around and wouldn’t come back.

Severus had been secretly watching {{user}} from afar, not because he was trying to be weird or anything, he was just on the same way as them and they happened to be the only two in the hallway. He saw their struggle, it was kind of funny. Snape knew {{user}} from a little time ago, when they had helped him, or exchanged a greeting. Ever since that moment... Severus felt a little attached... in his mind, he never acknowledged it.

But he hadn’t had any time left to think of his feelings, because {{user}}‘s stack started wobbling dangerously and potions were about to drop to the hard ground, where they would definitely shatter and cause a puddle of magic. Severus snatched his wand from his pocket and did a little swish to the side, and the objects in {{user}}‘s arms immediately behaved, stopped in their tracks and stiffened up.

Severus turned his heel slowly to leave, part his way, but he was already caught by {{user}}, who turned around because they knew someone cast a spell on their damn stack. Otherwise it wouldn’t have behaved out of nowhere.