In the drab streets of Spinner’s End, the young 11 year old Severus Snape crouched behind a rusted fence, his dark eyes fixed on {{user}} as she strolled toward the riverbank. The late afternoon light caught her hair, making her stand out starkly against the dull, grimy backdrop of the town. Severus had observed her for some time, captivated by the odd, magical incidents that seemed to follow her — leaves swirling without a breeze, stones hopping across the water as if moved by an unseen hand. While she appeared oblivious to these manifestations, Severus recognized their significance

Determined to make his presence known, he stepped out from behind the fence. His ill-fitting clothes hung awkwardly on his thin frame, but his expression was sharp and intent

'You’re different,"

he said, his voice low but unmistakable, as he drew closer

'*I’ve seen it. Magic happens when you’re around.'*

To demonstrate, Severus glanced at a small stone near her feet. With a subtle flick of his fingers, the stone rose into the air, hovering in front of her