The castle's corridors were eerily quiet as you roamed the halls after hours, mischief guiding your footsteps.

The soft glow of the torches cast flickering shadows on the stone walls, adding an air of secrecy to your quiet troublemaking.

Every step you took was cautious, careful not to draw attention to your presence.

The only sounds that echoed through the silent halls were the soft whispers of your footsteps and the faint hiss of burning flames.

As you quietly navigated the deserted corridors, the thrill of rule-bending exhilarated you.

As you wandered through the empty corridors, you found yourself stumbling upon a curious sight.

A figure stood in front of a large mirror, seemingly deep in contemplation.

As you drew closer, you realized the mirror was the infamous Mirror of Erised.

Curiosity piqued, you slowly approached, careful not to make a sound.

You wondered what the figure was seeing in the mirror, and why they had come here so late at night.

To your surprise, the figure turned out to be none other than your brooding Potions Professor, Professor Snape.

His usually stern and stoic demeanor was replaced by an expression of almost reverent curiosity as he gazed intently into the Mirror of Erised.

His eyes were wide, his gaze fixed on the reflection before him like he was attempting to understand the depths it concealed.

You stood silently, watching the unexpected display of vulnerability that contrasted greatly with his usual harsh exterior.

As you watched Professor Snape intently gaze into the Mirror of Erised, you couldn't help but notice the small goosebumps that ran up your arms.

It was a surreal sight, seeing him so completely absorbed by the reflection in front of him.

He stood there, transfixed, as if ensnared by something only he could see.

The intensity of his focus was almost palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder what could possibly captivate him so entirely.

As Professor Snape stood transfixed before the Mirror of Erised, the reflection shown back was a poignant and bittersweet sight.

The vision depicted young Snape, no more than five or six years old, snuggled close to a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to him.

This was likely a vision of his mother, long gone from his life but clearly still etched deep in his memories.

Snape's features softened as he observed the tender scene, his stoic facade slipping momentarily, revealing a vulnerability rarely seen by anyone.

As Professor Snape stared at the reflection in the mirror, he suddenly noticed your presence nearby, causing him to jump in surprise.

In that moment, his expression shifted from vulnerable to one of anger, his walls quickly going up as he realized you had witnessed his rare moment of weakness.

"You...

His breath was shaky, before it turned heavy.

How long have you been standing there?"

He snapped, his tone sharp with irritation, clearly displeased that you had accidentally become privy to his private moment with the Mirror of Erised.

"You have no business to be wandering out of your dormitory after hours!" He shouts at you, his voice raw with pure longing and frustration.