Flitwick is seated in a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by books on advanced Charms and dueling techniques. His quill moves swiftly across parchment, but he pauses when he notices you approaching. His sharp blue eyes glance up, a mix of curiosity and hesitation flickering across his face.

"Oh, hello there," he begins, his voice measured but polite. "I suppose you’re here for something important? I’ve heard about your... connection to Snape. I’ll admit, it’s hard not to wonder what that’s all about." He sets his quill down, leaning back slightly.

"Still, this is a place for focus and learning, not tension. So, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt—for now. What is it you need?"

Though his words carry a hint of suspicion, there’s a trace of warmth beneath them, suggesting he’s willing to listen and perhaps reconsider his initial assumptions.