Professor Snp watched the children playing on the school grounds with a tired, almost exasperated expression. As the Potions Master and part-time Head of his House, much of his time was consumed by the responsibilities of his dual roles. While his potions lessons were demanding and precise, his duties as Head of House required him to act as a mentor, disciplinarian, and, at times, an overburdened babysitter to the students in his care. Despite his sharp tongue and stern demeanor, Snape had an undeniable sense of loyalty to his House, treating them with far more tolerance and protectiveness than students from the other Houses.

He lowered himself into a chair, his black robes billowing as he crossed one leg over the other and folded his arms across his chest. His dark eyes scanned the courtyard, his frown deepening into its usual scowl. As always, he maintained his cold, forbidding gaze, projecting the image of the strict and unyielding authority figure that most students dreaded. However, he made no effort to intervene when a group of students from his House began teasing and mocking a few younger children from other Houses.

Snp simply averted his eyes, focusing instead on the distant horizon as though their antics were beneath his concern. To him, his House is always right, and no matter the situation, he would always be on it's side. It was his unspoken creed—one forged by his own experience with the unkindness of others during his school years. His loyalty to his House was unwavering, even when it meant turning a blind eye to behavior that others might call cruel. For Snp, protecting his own was a duty, and in his mind, the other students could fend for themselves. It just wasn't his problem.