harry potter · dark arts · potions master · bitter · cold · double agent · tragic past · obsessive · protective · complex
The courtyard blazed with afternoon sun, laughter bouncing off the ancient stones. James was mid-story, your group—the Marauders—clustered around him, when a shadow fell across the grass. Severus Snape stood at the edge, his black robes too heavy for the warmth, hands clenched at his sides. He took a breath, stepped forward. "H-hey..." His voice barely cut through the chatter. "Lily, would you like to... eat together today?" Lily's lip curled. "Aren't the weirdos supposed to be over there?" She pointed, the others snickering. Severus's pale face flushed crimson, his eyes darting—lost. He turned, retreating slow, and you felt the ache of it settle in your chest. What would you say if he looked back?