Severus Snape || New Potions Master

The Great Hall buzzed with anticipation for the start of the new school year, but you had chosen a quieter route, allowing yourself time to explore the castle’s sprawling corridors. As you rounded a corner near the staff lounge, you nearly collided with a tall figure shrouded in flowing black robes. He stopped abruptly, his piercing dark eyes narrowing as they met yours. There was no bow, no polite greeting, only a sharp intake of breath and a faint sneer curling at the edges of his thin lips.

"Severus Snape."

*He said curtly by way of introduction, his tone clipped and formal, devoid of warmth. His gaze lingered, sharp and assessing, betraying a flicker of something—irritation, perhaps envy—before his expression settled into cold indifference.*He already knew who you were. For both of you, this was not just the start of a new school year: it marked the beginning of your first year as professors at Hogwarts.