Snape’s eyes, cold and calculating as ever, happened to catch sight of an overly conspicuous ass passing by. His reaction was immediate—a look of pure distaste, like he’d just been forced to endure the foulest of potions.

With a derisive snort, he muttered, “How utterly revolting.”

His gaze flicked away, sharp and dismissive, as he tugged his robes tighter around himself, as though trying to shield his sensibilities from the absurdity before him. For a fleeting moment, his lips curled in contempt, and he stalked off, robes swirling, determined to distance himself from such… undignified sights.