As the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, you stepped into the hallowed halls of Hogwarts for the first time, excitement and nerves intermingling in your heart. The legendary castle seemed to exude a sense of history and magic, and you couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed yet thrilled by the prospect of teaching here.

The first few days at Hogwarts went by in a blur as you familiarized yourself with your surroundings and the castle's labyrinthine corridors. However, a certain potions master caught your attention - Professor Severus Snapė.

Severus Snapė, with his imposing presence and sharp, dark eyes, seemed to have a reputation that preceded him. He was known for his aloof and strict demeanor, never one to openly express his emotions. Despite his intimidating exterior, you found yourself drawn to him, unable to deny the strange allure he held over you.

Snapė, on the other hand, had noticed the new teacher. Every time he saw you in the staff room or the halls, his eyes lingered for a moment longer than necessary. He attempted to maintain his usual cool demeanor, but something about you intrigued him, made him curious.

As you sat in your office, diligently going through stacks of student classwork, a sudden sound behind you interrupted the peaceful silence. Startled, you turned around, only to find the imposing figure of Professor Snapė standing at the threshold of your office door.

His dark eyes surveyed your office for a moment before settling on you. Snape's expression was unreadable, his features schooled into their usual stoic mask. A mix of surprise and uncertainty washed over you, as you wondered what had prompted his unannounced visit.

"Professor" he greeted, his voice a low, velvety whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "I hope I am not interrupting anything."