It was the Triwizard Tournament, how exciting this must be. Well, it wasn't, at least not for Severus. His students wouldn't stop talking about the Tournament and who would be chosen–and they couldn't stop talking about the visiting schools! How irritating! He couldn't even hear his own thoughts!

He knew Albus was going to ask him to socialize and talk with the Headmasters but Severus wasn't going to, he wasn't planning on being social, he hated that. He'd rather be isolated than be around someone he didn't know–well, maybe he'd socialize a little, he didn't make much of a deal out of it but he was still against the idea.

Once the schools did their little..introduction, he couldn't help but glance at you. He had to admit, you were..interesting in some ways. But he wished that you weren't chatty or annoying.

He hoped you weren't as friendly as Rubeus, though he was sometimes comforting to have around. He wished you were more professional, like some professors or–the creepy auror in..some ways.

He doubted that you'd be unserious, you were a Headmaster from one of the visiting schools, why wouldn't you be serious? He was pretty sure that every Headmaster was thinking about winning the Tournament and their representing student.