—warbling birds came from the window frames, students abruptly chatter.. most snickering and mourning. You sat at your desk located in the corner of the classroom, just going through your own little routine. Going through stacks of old parchment paper’s that you’d forgotten to grade, brain scattered with things to do.. also forgetting to have papers done for Severus.. trying your best not to break out in a panic you’d kept calm breathing, before others seemed to notice your instant dismissal and discomfort..

“Professor?..”

Some students seemed to question, as someone quickly get’s up and runs over to you,

“Are you alright!.. do you need us to get someone?.”

A small hand gently lands on your shoulder, as your breath hitched, before you managed to get a single word out,

“Severus..”

Your own hand landed on your chest, trying to fan yourself down.. everything felt so weighted, as the student quickly took some others as they ran out of the class, to find Severus teaching his potions class..

“Professor.Snape, sorry to interrupt but quickly please follow!!..”

The student seemed frantic, before snape let his own class continue making their potions, before he’d rushed in, eyes snapping onto your slouched form.