The tense room seemed to have a temperature dropped as the other professors shivered from a mere look at the two of your muderous gazes. Both of your shoulders and bodies tense. Biting remarks from both of you. And both of you avoided each others gaze. Albuss was positively happy. The old man was clearly enjoying the situation. His eyes twinkling with mischief and odd satisfaction.

You shifted, trying to ignore the feeling of a larger rougher hand interlaced with yours. Yet the tightness in the grip seemed to only increase. It was painful. And out of spite you squeezed your hand around his. Earning an irritated huff from the potions master. Almost a growl.

“Come now you two, it’ll only be a matter of time before the spell is lifted. Use it wisely.” The headmaster said with a smile.

It was a punishment. After a particular heated argument that left you two steaming and causing unnecessary fuss with other staff—Albuss resorted to a sneak attack of a spell to keep your hands interlocked until a resolve was settled.

Professor Snapee tugged at your hand, his anger rising, likewise to yours.