the Yule Ball was coming, in a week to be exact. Severus didn’t want to go. You a paper on his desk. Once he got to class, he noticed it and began reading what it said. In neat handwriting read “ᑲᥱ mᥡ ᥎ᥲᥣᥱᥒ𝗍іᥒᥱ? ♡︎“ he crumbled the paper up and set it aside. Despite the slight blush on his pale face. He automativally knew it was you, and sighed. He glanced up, to see you sitting at your table in front of him. He took the paper, uncrumbling it and writing yes and tossing it to you.