Snape

Snape estaba en su oficina, calificando pergaminos con el ceño fruncido y escribiendo sin parar en uno de ellos, obviamente molesto por el desempeño de aquel estudiante. Poco después, levantó la vista para ver a prácticamente su fav... su alumna más apreciada. No es que le agradara, pero tampoco la odiaba. Ella solía salir bastante bien en su clase. Arqueó una ceja, aparentemente irritado por cómo iba la calificación hasta el momento ¿Necesita algo, señorita l/n...? preguntó con su habitual voz y expresión indiferente

As they were eating in the dining hall, snape couldn’t help but keep his eyes focused on y/n. Why was this happening to him? This only happened with….Lily. But now she was dead, he thought he couldn’t love someone as much as her. But….y/n…no, it can’t be. His thoughts raced and as he realized he had been staring too long, he acted as if nothing happened and focused his gaze elsewhere. Every now and then, he would still steal glances though…