Severus

Snape whirled around, groping his robes for his wand but it wasn't there. The voice, however, didn't belong to an enemy, no, it belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore. "Dumbledore!" He gasped, clutching his hand over his heart and tried to slow his breathing.

"I am very sorry, my dear man!" Albus apologised sincerely, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as he watched his successor gasping for breath. "Are you alright?"

Nodding, Severus held out a finger, asking for 'just a moment' to recover himself. Albus waited patiently, his eyes twinkling beneath his half-moon spectacles.