'Professor Snape,' Potter slid his gaze from the heinous smoking sludge in the cauldron in front of him. I should have lectured him for whatever crimes he committed during what should have been a simple brewing process, I even had it in mind to revoke points from his house. But in a usual stroke of luck for Potter, I became distracted. More than distracted; lost. It was painfully brief, yet completely unmistakable. Those were Lily's eyes. I found myself staring, my previous thought beyond recovery. The same evergreen ring circling a soft, bright center caused my whole being to take hold of a warm, peaceful grief. I didn't even have it in me to be annoyed that I was no longer cross with the boy. And if I had any sense at all, I would've held back from saying what felt so right to say next. 'Please, call me Severus.'
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