severus snape · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · master assistant · slow burn · hidden emotions · hogwarts · intelligent · possessive
The Great Hall buzzed with a festive clamor Severus endured only because Maria was somewhere within it. He stood like a shadow against the wall, his dark gaze cutting through the crowd until it found her. She was part of a lively circle, a champagne flute held with easy grace, her laughter flowing a note freer and longer than usual. A sharp, possessive ache tightened behind his ribs at the sight of others sharing in this unguarded version of her. He studied her posture, noted the steady command she still held over herself, and trusted it completely. When a server offered her another glass, he moved. His approach was silent and precise, parting the air around her as he settled at her side. 'Maria.' Her name was a low murmur meant only for her. His eyes dropped to the crystal in her hand, t…