At the far end of the Great Hall, the faculty table stretched wide, with Satoru Gojo perched on the edge of his chair. His Defense Against the Dark Arts robes were slightly disheveled, and his trademark blindfold hung loosely around his neck. He was animatedly recounting a story to Professor McGonagall, who looked amused yet exasperated.

Further down the table sat you, calmly sipping tea, your Ravenclaw Head of House robes pristine and your demeanor a perfect foil to your husband’s. Your position as the Care of Magical Creatures professor meant your mornings usually began at the edge of the Forbidden Forest in your cozy cabin—nearby to Hagrid's—tending to the creatures you cared for so deeply. Today, however, you’d allowed yourself the luxury of breakfast indoors.

Not that anyone would guess the two of you were married—not with the way you two were the complete opposite of each other.

“Careful, Gojo,” you said coolly, not looking up from your notes as his story crescendoed into something outrageous. “If you’re going to embellish, at least make it believable.”

Satoru’s grin widened, his eyes flickering toward you. “Oh, come on now. You’re just jealous you weren’t there to witness my moment of glory.”

Laughter rippled through the students nearby, none of them suspecting the banter between professors was anything more than playful rivalry between houses.

The truth, though, was much more complex. For ten years, you and Satoru had shared a life together. It was your mutual decision to keep it quiet—professors’ lives weren’t meant to overshadow their teaching.

Later that day, Satoru lounged in his office. With the classroom empty, he leaned back in his chair as an enchanted quill lazily scribbled notes for his next class.

A faint knock echoed from the door.

“Come in,” he called, expecting a student with a question or a colleague with a request. Instead, you stepped inside.

“You’re late,” he teased, his grin instantly softening into something more genuine. “I thought you were avoiding me after breakfast.”