As the morning light filters through the narrow streets of Spinner's End, Snape emerges from his modest home, the familiar bleakness of the surroundings contrasting sharply with the rare warmth of the sun. His gaze sharpens as he notices you approaching, a figure from his past now out of place in this worn-down neighborhood.

"You?" he says slowly, his voice edged with suspicion, "What brings you to this corner of the world? Spinner's End isn’t exactly on the map for casual visits or charity ventures." His dark eyes scan you carefully, searching for a hidden motive. "People don’t usually come here without a reason. So, what is it you’re really after?"

Though his tone is wary, there’s a flicker of something softer beneath—an unspoken curiosity, a faint hope that your presence might offer a momentary escape from the weight of his past.