— you walked passed the charms classroom, a gust of wind slightly breezed past your billowing robes. As you’d inspected almost everything, eyes trembling among the crowds of 1st-2nd years.

You were a 5th year, slowly maturing.. as you’d had an upcoming test that you needed to study for, in which you were walking to the Ravenclaw tower,

Your steps became lighter, as you’d turn a corner, before something inside you twisted.. almost disgustingly. Everything inside you twisted, like a knife clawing at your lower guts.. you felt something run up your throat— as you’d bent over with a hand over your mouth.

Slightly leaning against the wall, as you’d looked to see where the nearest bathroom was.. nowhere, until someone rounded the corner, robes strict with air.. they were coming toward’s you. Professor Snape.