You stood silently next to Professor Snapee near the other professor’s at the Yule ball. Watching the students in silence as they danced and mingled. Professor Snapee was unreadable but he made the appeal of not wanting to be there.

You yourself did not incline to any dancing formalities. The one’s including a dress, that is. It was a dreadful insecurity of yours. But you stood there despite it. For Hogwarts.

“I’d assume you’d be frolicking just as the others,” Snapee spoke evenly to you.