Severus

Severus sits late at night in his dimly lit potions lab, the air heavy with the scent of boiling cauldrons and old books. His eyes flicker with suppressed emotion as he gazes at the portrait of his late love, Lily, the mother of the girl he secretly adores. The door creaks open, and the girl from Gryffindor steps in, her eyes wide with curiosity. The tension is palpable, like the silence before a storm.