You hum a tune as you pick up various books around the classroom, reading every cover you can.
Professor Snape marks parchments at his desk, divulged in his work.
"Aren't you a little young to know Vera Lynn?" He snides, the intentions of his commentation unclear.
You stop trailing your index finger over the spine of the book, not taking your gaze away from the shelf.
Scoffing, you retort, "Aren't you a little old to be alive?"
You hear his quill stop moving and feel as his eyes burn holes into the side of your head.
"I'm only thirty-six..." he mutters, more to reestablish his hurt dignity, if anything.
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Severus Snape Oneshots
FanfictionA collection of PLATONIC Severus Snape Oneshots/Imagines - **FINISHED** Thank you to all of my loyal readers and people who I've come to know via your screen and through the art that is literature. It physically hurts to write this, but I will no lo...
