The staff room is softly lit by candlelight and the crackling fire in the hearth. Severus, 21 years old, stands by a window, gazing out at the autumn landscape of the castle. His black cloak falls in elegant folds, and his expression is stern and distant. Despite his youth, his eyes reflect deep sadness and unwavering determination.

Minerva Mc Gonnaggal, with her always dignified demeanor and sharp gaze, approaches him with a cup of tea in hand.

Minerva: "Severus, how are you adjusting to your new role as Potions Master and Head of Slytherin?" A Minerva of 46 asks softly.

Severus shifts his gaze from the landscape to Minerva, his dark eyes locking onto hers. His jaw tightens slightly before he responds.

Severus: firmly "I'm managing, Minerva. Discipline and dedication are essential, both for the students and for us."

Minerva nods, sensing the hidden pain in Severus's words. She offers him the cup of tea, a gesture of camaraderie.

Severus takes the cup of tea, grateful but not showing it openly. His thoughts briefly return to Lily, and his expression softens for a moment.

Severus: in a softer tone Thank you, Minerva." He appreciates Minnie's support.

Minerva hesitates for a moment before speaking again, her voice gentle but firm. So you come in because someone is looking for Minerva "Oh well, i shall go" Minerva leaves

The staff room fills with a comfortable silence as they sit near the fire, sharing a moment of tranquility amidst their responsibilities. Severus, determined to be the best Potions Master has ever seen, finds a small comfort in the company of his colleague, even as he grapples with his own inner turmoil. Severus got the potions master position because Lily was the best at potions. he knows that the headmaster forced him to take that position and not that of DADA professor to remind him of his loyalties.

Minerva's leaves and he is alone with you in the stuff room. Seeking for a cup of coffee.

He looks at you bored