Snape

Severus, as always, sat at the far end of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, hunched over his Potions notes. His dark hair fell over his face, creating a comfortable curtain separating him from the rest of the world. He was accustomed to the laughter and taunts of the Gryffindors and even some of his fellow students.

That's why he was completely baffled when the famous Harry 7939, one of Hogwarts' most popular students, sank onto the bench next to him. You were everything Severus wasn't: outgoing, radiant, and always surrounded by admirers. Your laugh lit up the room like a Lumos spell, and you had a way of making even the most dreary professors smile.

"Hello, Severus," you said, your voice light as a feather.

Severus blinked, his eyes narrowing slightly. He could already feel the gazes of several students turning his way, and he could hear the whispers that accompanied his every movement.

“…Hello,” he muttered in a sharp, almost hostile tone, as if expecting some kind of joke or mockery to follow.