[HP] Don't talk to me

At the graduation dinner, Snape sat on the staff table, keeping his eyes on the Ravenclaw house seats.He looked at Ta Efa talking and laughing with the students next to him, and seemed very happy.She should be happy, because her grades are not bad.Both the spell and the potion passed the test smoothly, and this score is enough if you want to qualify for the Auror application.

But he hasn't asked her where she wants to go?That afternoon, in the cellar, they ended their conversation without actually saying anything.But she is an adult, she should choose her own path.All he has to do is to wish her all the best in the future.

Dumbledore throws a dance for the graduates alone.After the meal, the place in the middle of the hall has been erected.Graduates from various colleges scattered one after another to find their favorite dance partners in their own colleges or other colleges.Snape saw five or six boys rush up and surround Tal Effah.

But she sat there carelessly.He didn't look up at anyone around him.

She was wearing a rose red dress, which was different from the last ball. This dress fit her very well, and it should be her own.Under the light, she was beautiful and moving, and Snape, a man, would unconsciously evaluate her like this from a long distance away.

After a while, several boys left resentfully. They couldn't invite Ta Efa to dance, but it didn't mean they were willing to waste their precious prom time.

Ta Effa had been sitting quietly with no expression on her face. Snape caught a glimpse of Andrew coming up to her and said a few words to her. She finally got up and danced with Andrew.As soon as she slid onto the dance floor, all eyes immediately turned to her.She took it lightly, and just responded to the attention of the people around her with standard and flexible steps.

After a dance, she whispered a few words in Andrew's ear, then left her partner and walked towards the teaching staff.

Snape was taken aback, only then did he realize that there were people sitting on both sides of him, but she walked straight up to him and stretched out her hand in a natural way.

"I invite you to dance, Professor Snape." She invited softly, her voice calm.

Snape shook his head.

Ta Effa ignored his refusal, but insisted: "This is my last night as a student at Hogwarts, can you grant my wish once?" Everyone looked at them, hurriedly Dumbledore, who was eating a donut, also stopped talking and turned his head to look.Ta Effa came a little closer, her skirt had already stuck to the edge of the table, her face was a little red under the light, but her eyes were stubborn and firm, her hands were hanging in the air, trembling slightly.

"I want to dance with you, okay?" she asked again.

Snape clenched his fists, stood up from his seat, walked around the table, walked to Ta Effa's side, and gently and gentlemanly cupped her petite palm.

He said in a low voice, "Yes, Miss Alpha."

He walked slowly onto the dance floor with her.The music was brisk, and Tal Effa moved closer, putting his other hand on Snape's shoulder.Snape didn't hesitate any longer, his arms wrapped around Tar Effa's waist.Of course, the distance between the two is still reasonable.

There were scorching gazes from all around, accompanied by bursts of whispering.

Ta Effa felt hot all over. She had been looking forward to this moment for too long.She felt Snape's hand on her waist, vaguely.Maybe he was disgusted by the close contact with her, and he didn't even make eye contact with her very much, but turned away.His dance steps are rigid and rigid, not like a young man who has not yet reached the age of 30, but as slow as an old man.He stepped on her a few times and she wasn't wearing high heels so it was bearable.When she was spinning, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of several boys who were chasing her, showing pale looks on the sidelines, and Natasha and Ellie, who were sticking together and whispering.Andrew sat next to the two of them, staring at the direction of the dance floor. She couldn't see his expression clearly through the dim light.

Ta Efa felt very satisfied. She studied dance steps seriously and spent a year saving money to buy this well-fitting dress just for this night.No matter what the result is, she won it all by herself.

"Professor, I'm leaving school tomorrow." She spoke of her arrangement, carefully observing Snape's reaction.Snape turned to look at her seriously at last.

"You, what to do in the future, have you thought about it?"

Ta Effa nodded, and she saw concern in his eyes. "Don't worry about me." She showed a relaxed smile, "I will make myself better."

"Your father—"

"I haven't been in touch with him for a long time. He seems to have moved—no, I don't know."

Snape didn't ask any more questions, he took a few deep breaths.

The music came to an end, and Ta Effa slowed down somewhat reluctantly. "One song is really not enough." Although she said so, she still stopped when the song ended. "Thank you, I've wanted to dance with you for a long time. But you refused me!" She stuck out her tongue and winked playfully.

Snape was tense from the beginning, but just after he relaxed, he finished the dance unexpectedly.He was a little dazed, and one of his hands was still holding Ta Effa's hand. Both of them were sweating a little from dancing, and their hands were full of sweat.He wanted to say something, but felt he didn't have the courage to speak.

It was Ta Effa who leaned over first and boldly whispered into his ear: "Thank you, Severus."

He didn't have time to react, Ta Effa had already left his side, turned and left, and went straight out of the hall.

A long and boring vacation has passed.

When Snape returned to Hogwarts, on the day the freshmen entered school, he walked through the corridors alone, with a stern face, which frightened the freshmen so that they did not dare to say a word.He was still the head of Slytherin, the professor of potions, and at the same time, a man with nothing in his heart.

During the whole summer vacation, he had no news about Ta Efa.A graduate of the same class as her was looking for a job in full swing, even if he stayed behind closed doors in Spider's End, he still knew something about it.What's more, the "Daily Prophet" has a special report on the graduation work season!

Only she seemed to have really disappeared, and no more clues were revealed.

She went back to Finland?At least, she should report back with a message.

A freshman knocked over his backpack in the hallway and scattered it all over the floor.The sound of items falling on the ground interrupted Snape's contemplation. Seeing this, he waved his wand and quickly helped the rough-handed freshman pack up his things. The stinky socks shaken out of the backpack were stuffed into the new student's arms.

"Thanks, thank you Professor." The child looked at Snape for helping him, but his face was not at all happy. He hugged the things tightly in his hands, and quickly slipped away.

Snape turned, looking at the lawn below the castle and the mountains beyond.

It seemed that he could no longer see any beauty, and his eyes dimmed.

"Good evening, Severus!"

Flitwick arrived earlier than Snape, and he was the first to say hello.In his hand he held a small cloth banner bearing the coat of arms of Ravenclaw.

"Tonight is the much-anticipated Sorting Ceremony again. Guess how many smart kids are coming this time?" Flitwick yelled excitedly in a shrill voice, "I can't wait!"

Snape forced a small smile and sat down next to Flitwick.After a while, Sprout and Meg also came.The freshmen in the hall were brought in by Hagrid to assemble.The old students pretended to be calm and sat at the tables of each college, looking at the short and nervous freshmen constantly.In the middle of the faculty seats and student seats, on a tattered wooden chair, was the Sorting Hat, which determines where the students go.

Dumbledore wasn't here yet.

Snape lowered his head, drank two glasses of juice, and ate something, not at all interested in the excitement of the sorting ceremony.His consciousness was emptying out, and it would be more interesting for him to memorize the interesting potion formulas in the ancient books he had just read recently.The new seventh-year prefect of Slytherin was a silver-haired boy. He kept looking towards the head of his house, only to be disappointed to find that he couldn't get any encouragement from Snape.

After a while, a loud voice came from the end of the noisy hall: "Here comes Principal Dumbledore!"

The entire hall fell silent immediately, and Snape turned his head lazily.

Dumbledore strolled in through the doorway, carrying everyone's longing for the ceremony to begin.He walked to the position in front of the sorting hat, and looked around sideways.

"I'm sorry I'm a bit late. However, this is because we have a new teacher this term and she had a bit of a problem on the way to the school. Now it's all right, she's at the door, let's welcome her !"

After finishing his narration in a soothing tone, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the hall door.At the place where he just walked in, a figure appeared at this moment.

"Let us welcome our new Professor of Muggle Studies, Tal Effah!"

Snape seemed to have suddenly fallen into an abyss, and was suddenly pulled up to a height of [-] meters, up and down.

He held his breath as he watched Ta Effa float away from the door.She was wearing an adult wizard's robe, with a white thin sweater under the black robe, and her hair was still casually draped, but it could be seen that she had put on a little makeup on her face, and her red lips had faintly visible The smile looks radiant.

Her appearance at the entrance ceremony at Hogwarts immediately caused an uproar.

Except for the freshmen, who in this small magic school doesn't know her?A few months ago, she wore a beautiful long dress and made a splash at the graduation party, and now she suddenly returned to school and became a professor?

Ta Efa walked through the crowd all the way, and he could hear heated discussions among the students almost everywhere he went.She glanced at the Ravenclaw seats, and saw several junior students with flushed faces, staring at her almost in disbelief.

Although she looked indifferent on the surface, she was actually a little nervous in her heart, but it was not because of those people who were rushing to stare at her.

She quietly took a deep breath, raised her head and looked straight ahead, and cast her gaze to Dumbledore's side.

There, among the people in the faculty seat, a man in black clothes and black hair was slowly standing up.