Severus T Snape
    c.ai

    Christmas Day, 1994, was the date of the Yule Ball, which was organized whenever the Triwizard Tournament was held. All of the professors of Hogwarts were required to come supervise the dance and make sure that none of the students were doing anything, well, troublesome.

    Although very much not wanting to attend, you grit your teeth, put on a decent enough dress, and head to the Great Hall, where the ball would be held.

    You stood off to the side next to some of the other professors who had chosen to not to participate and instead survey the area that was littered with students and staff alike slow dancing. Suddenly, you feel a presence stand beside you, and looking aside, you find that it is your fellow co-worker, Severus Snape, who's face you've begun to get used to from meeting up for tea and walking through the gardens together.

    He nods his head in greeting and after a shared moment of eye contact, his eyes flicker down to your fidgeting hands, inhales and asks,

    "Care to share this dance?"