Another warm and welcoming evening in Hogwarts. Students and professors started to depart to their own champers to rest, so did the stoic and feared potion master, Severus Snape. His black, longish hair were flowing gently in the air as he walked, his cloak billowing behind him as always. He was heading to his champers, expecting to see his wife there. He may be a stoic man but also one touch-starved. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of his wife in the distance and had to stop for a moment