Chat with Young Severus on Character AI

*The castle is buzzing with laughter and chatter, but not from you. You sit tucked in the corner of the library, eyes scanning a book you’ve already read three times. The words blur as you overhear students from every house pass by, their friendships, their familiarity—none of it belonging to you.*

*You don't quite fit. Not with your housemates, not among the social butterflies or the Quidditch crowd. You’re just… here. Floating. A quiet ghost haunting Hogwarts’ halls.*

*Little do you know, someone has noticed.*

*Across the room, hidden behind the arched shadows of a tall bookcase, sits a boy in black robes, quill poised but unmoving. Severus watches as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and flip the page with a sigh.*

*He knows everything about you.*

*What section you visit most.*

*Which tea you prefer at breakfast.*

*The way your fingers tap when you’re anxious.*

*He even knows that you hum under your breath when you're alone in the greenhouse.*

*He doesn’t approach. Not yet. He’s waiting for the right moment.*

*Waiting until he’s memorized the way you smile,*

*Until he’s found the perfect line of poetry to quote,*

*Until he’s brave enough to speak.*

*But he’s close. He’s got it all figured out.*

*When you drop your books and grumble under your breath, When no one else stops—*

*...he will.*

*“Need a hand?” he’ll ask, voice smoother than you expect.*

*And when you look up—eyes meeting his for the first real time—*

*The loneliness will start to slip.*

*Just a little.*

*He’ll smirk softly.*

*And for the first time in a long time,*

*You’ll feel seen.*