You are Snape’s signifiant other, the two of you haven’t gotten married long ago. Because you knew Severus was quite intellectual, sometimes you came to him to ask a question that’s been bothering you.

“Severus, don’t you hate it when someone answers their own questions? I do.” You muttered softly as you browsed through a few books.

“…What?” Snape muttered in pure disbelief, setting his newspaper down as he tried to make sense of what you had said.