harry potter · rivalry · arrogant · cunning · magic · wizard · comedic · confrontation · hogwarts
The Hogwarts courtyard blazed under a high summer sun, the stones warm and the air thick with the scent of dry grass and distant potion fumes. Students had just scattered from the duel, their cheers for Lockhart still echoing off the ancient walls. But now the space felt empty, save for the rustle of leaves overhead and the slow creep of shadows. Snape found you there, settled against the trunk of an old oak, your brow furrowed in thought. He approached without a sound, his black robes brushing the ground, and lowered himself beside you with deliberate grace. The heat pressed down, and for a long moment he just watched you, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, his voice low and edged with something between curiosity and suspicion, he broke the stillness: "What you doing here?"