“You're Severus Snape.” No shit. Severus knew all the heads were staring at the student now, all signs of fake slumber gone. Severus took his time pretending to come out of his nap. When he did finally open his eyes, his entire world tilted. Severus thought he had been transported back in time. But before the idea could fully form, he knew that was impossible. One: He was still on a wall. Two: He was still essentially oil paint. Three: He was still dead. And yet those eyes, those blasted eyes were staring at him. Again. This time, they were twinkling curiously. Snape was never sure what to say when confronted with those eyes. With Potter, he had managed by feigned hatred. But this wasn't Potter's face. At least, not the Potter he knew and died for.
A Day In the Life of Portrait Snape by @phandomoftheowl
