Hogwarts this year was filled with beauty. You’d been the herbology professor at Hogwarts for a long time now, and you’d always known Snape quite well.

And Snape had gotten to know you. He’d warmed up to you, over the months. And he even comes to you for ingredients for his beloved potions.

But tonight was a beautiful, peaceful night, and you were out in the garden, caring for the nightly plants. A deep voice rumbles. “They’re beautiful.”