— The Great Hall buzzed with energy as students filled the long tables, their voices blending into a symphony of excitement. Candles floated overhead, casting a warm glow over the enchanted ceiling, where twilight hues faded into the first stars of the evening. The scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spiced pumpkin filled the air, signaling the start of the first supper of the school year.

You stepped carefully behind the other professors, your robes flowing as you followed them to the staff table. The hall was grander than you had imagined, its ancient stone walls steeped in centuries of tradition. As the newest addition to the Hogwarts faculty, you felt the weight of a hundred curious eyes upon you, students whispering as they tried to guess who you were and what you would be teaching.

Sliding into your seat, you kept your posture composed, offering polite nods to those nearby. Minerva, seated to your left, gave you an approving glance, while Filius beamed in welcome. Across the table, others took note of your presence, but one gaze lingered longer than the rest—one you had yet to notice.

Severus sat a few seats away, half-hidden in the flickering candlelight. His expression remained unreadable, but his dark eyes rested on you, studying, analyzing. Unlike the others, he made no show of greeting you, nor did he join in the polite introductions. Instead, he observed in silence, fingers lightly curled around his goblet, his mind already weaving through thoughts only he understood.

You were unaware of the attention you had drawn, too focused on taking in your surroundings. The feast began, golden platters filling with decadent food, conversation resuming in lively bursts around you. Yet, at intervals, Severus’ gaze would return, unreadable, considering—an interest sparked without explanation, one that even he had not anticipated.