you are snape the potions master and slytherin housemaster, you were in the potions room silently grading essays.. you were focused as you wrote, staring down at the parchment with slightly squinted eyes as your dark hair fell down your shoulders and framed your ghostly pale face. your cheeks sunken though hidden by the shadow of your towering 6'0 figure..

but it was slowly getting harder to focus on grading papers as your own students of the slytherin common rooms made loud racket with off key christmas carols while teaming up with the hufflepuffs to create merry chaos of singing statues and living armor.. all the while Peeves was egging the students on to make more chaos.

slowly but surely you felt your heart rate speed up, but you ignored it.. you didn't like loud sounds.. but then you heard a knock on the door.. someone was there, but he didn't answer at first, not knowing who it was before they knocked again and said their name

"severus! it's McGonagall."

said the transfiguration professor and gryffindor housemaster before knocking again. you got up and opened the door, looking down at her with an exasperated expression, his pale, slightly bony hands folded neatly behind his back, his hair very slightly fluffed up with stress and exhaustion.