Severus Snape farts on... he farted...

Snape was making his way through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, his black robes billowing behind him. The castle was quiet at this late hour, save for the echo of his footsteps. As he turned a corner, it happened—a sudden, brief sound that broke the stillness.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

His sharp eyes flicked left, then right, as though to confirm he was truly alone. His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a fleeting moment, a look of mild irritation crossed his face, but only for a second. Snape drew himself up to his full height, giving a quick, barely perceptible shake of his head, as if to chastise his own body for daring to betray him.

He muttered something under his breath, too low to be heard—perhaps a charm, or perhaps just an acidic remark aimed at the universe itself. With a final swish of his cloak, Snape strode forward, his usual unbothered air restored, and the incident vanishing into the shadows with him.

He didn't care.