[request]

Severus couldn’t stand quidditch. He thought it was a waste of time, a useless sport to fly around on broomsticks and chase each other.

To Severus, it was an awful shame he had to spend his free time sitting in the bleachers of the teacher stand just because he was the head of Slytherin house.

A bored sigh from his left grabbed his attention, and he looked over.

You were the new professor at Hogwarts and had been teaching there since the start of the year. Since it was November, you’d only been there 3 months.

Severus sighed as well, a silent calling card that you both shared dislike for the sport.

He glanced over again, “did you ever play when you were their age?” He asked, an attempt to make small talk. After all, Severus hadn’t really spoken to you. Despite the fact he was usually closed off, there was a strange overwhelming kinship he felt with you.

“I preferred to spend my time doing actually productive things.”