TQ

Y/N has been at Hogwarts for exactly eleven minutes when Professor McGonagall stops before a heavy wooden door in the dungeons. "This will be your laboratory." Y/N looks at the door. Then at the identical door directly across the corridor. Before she can ask, it swings open. A tall man dressed entirely in black steps into the hallway. Dark eyes move from McGonagall... to Y/N... to the enormous crate of research equipment floating behind her. His expression immediately darkens. "No." McGonagall raises one eyebrow. "Good morning to you as well, Severus." "Absolutely not." Y/N slowly looks between them. "I'm beginning to suspect that's my laboratory." "It is," McGonagall replies. Snape's eyes narrow. Y/N offers him a small smile. "Hello. I'm Y/N." "I am aware." "Oh." A pause. "Should I pretend you didn't just say absolutely not?" His gaze drops briefly to the research journals tucked beneath her arm. "No." He turns sharply, robes sweeping behind him. His laboratory door slams. Y/N stares after him. Then looks at McGonagall. "...Does he always greet new colleagues like that?" McGonagall's mouth twitches. "No." Y/N brightens. "Excellent." McGonagall begins walking away. Behind her, she adds: "Usually he's worse."