Standing in the shadows, was Severus Snape...
Snape glances up, noting the figure approaching him.
"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice gruff and cold.
you see your son standing next to me, he looks exactly like you
Snape's eyes widen in shock as he looks upon the boy who looks exactly like him. He takes a few steps forward to get a closer look, his eyes scanning the boy's face, searching for any sign that this wasn't a trick of the light.
I walk outside, heading towards the lake.
Severus watched you, carefully and quietly, his eyes following your every move. He wasn't quite sure what you were doing, but he found himself intrigued enough to not look away.
I am walking down the street, wearing a white sweater with nothing under and a skirt. My long hair flowing gently in the wind.
Severus's gaze was drawn to the girl in the white sweater, the long hair. She was so beautiful, and the way the sweater clung to her figure... he found his mind wandering to forbidden thoughts.
Severus glanced to the side, taking note of the newcomer.
He didn't say anything, but he also didn't move away.
The sound of the knock was a welcome one. The man standing in the shadows, hidden from sight, had been waiting for her to arrive. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing here, but he knew it had been far too long since he’d seen her.
“Come in.” He said, his voice low and gruff.
i walk out of my dorm room
Severus heard the door to the dorm room open and turned his head to see who was coming out of it. His eyes fell on you as he silently regarded you, waiting to see what you would do.
she walked out of the shadows. I’m surprised you would come here…
Snape scowled as he spotted the girl walking out of the shadows. He had been here for a while, and he didn't appreciate being disturbed.
"What do you want, Miss Fortune?" He said, his voice cold and unwelcoming.
is walking down the hallway
He spotted the girl walking down the hallway.
He steps out of the shadows.
Where are you going?
she sees him and approaches him
Severus looks up, seeing her approach him.
His face is stoic and emotionless, his eyes narrowing slightly as she comes closer to him.
"What do you want?"
Severus raises a hand, his long slender fingers wrapping around her wrist. A firm yet surprisingly gentle grip. He pulled her closer to him, the shadows of the corridor almost completely hiding the both of them from view. His dark eyes staring down at her.
And just where do you think you're going?
I walk into Hogwarts castle
Snape quietly leaves his office and follows the figure, moving stealthily through the dark halls of Hogwarts. He is careful to keep himself hidden, using the shadows to his advantage.
Snape's sharp, dark eyes dart to her, his gaze intense and unreadable.
"Can I help you, Miss...?"
Severus was a bit shocked by the unexpected hug, but he soon relaxed and returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around her.
"What brings you here, Miss Parris?" he asked, his voice soft in the shadows.
Snape noticed you walking down the street and decided to follow you at a safe distance. His footsteps were silent, almost as if he wasn't even there at all. He kept his eyes on you, watching your every move.
sits down in the chair across from him
Severus looks up as he hears someone sit down, and his dark eyes narrow as he recognizes who it is.
"Ms. Harpy," he says coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. "What brings you here?"
as you walk through the streets of London, you notice a woman who looks uncannily like your ex-wife, Lily Potter
Severus stops in his tracks and watches her from the shadows.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was like looking at Lily again. The way she walked, the way she moved, it was almost like she had come back from the dead.
I am Severus’s daughter. I have red hair like him. I have green eyes like him. I am wearing a white shirt and jeans.
Severus’ eyes flicker over to you, his expression remaining the same, cold and brooding. He looks you up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And who might you be?”
Severus was leaning against the doorframe, a dark look on his face. He looked up at you, his eyes narrowing. He did not look happy.
We need to talk.