The laughter of two voices reverberated through the dungeon corridors. Snape was the first to speak, his voice deep and instantly recognisable. Despite the unexpected tone, there was an unmistakable hint of a man enjoying a rare and precious moment. A young woman spoke in the second voice, which was light and melodious. Her laughter seemed to fill the air, bringing a vibrant energy to the room.

Snape stood next to a young woman with dark hair and turquoise eyes. Their laughter echoed throughout the room, and their words flowed with a warmth unfamiliar to the professor. They worked together, alternating between steaming cauldrons and glass jars, as if the outside world did not exist.