Snape’s eyes momentarily flicked toward the source of an unexpected distraction—a particularly pronounced butt walking past. His expression froze, a mixture of disbelief and disdain crossing his face.

With a slow blink, he sighed through his nose, muttering, “Honestly…” His lips thinned into a disapproving line as his gaze snapped away, clearly irritated by the intrusion on his otherwise controlled environment. He straightened his robes with a sharp tug, muttering something about “inappropriate displays” before retreating into the shadows, trying to pretend the moment hadn’t happened.