𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐃.𝐌

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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Hogwarts once again lit up the night sky with fireworks, just as the now grown students remembered during their days at Hogwarts. Witches and wizards from each house mingled, catching up on life, announcing marriages and pregnancies. The "it" couple from their days attended, catching the attention of more than half the people there, getting word that they were getting married. Every other conversation muttered the names "James" and "Lily." Severus watched from the sides. Not one person had approached him this night, nor was he confident enough to approach anyone. 

He held his glass, swirling it around, as he watched Lily and James Potter mingle with half of the school. Facially, Snape didn't care for Lily and James or their upcoming wedding. But within, he wished it was him. From the first ever time he spoke to Lily, he pictured his life with her from that moment on until their last breath. He pictured himself giving her flowers everyday. He pictured her wearing fabrics of white in what he hoped would be an open field of flowers.

But of course, life doesn't always go planned. He would have much rather been anyone else in that moment. But instead, he had to watch the only one he's ever loved live the life he so desperately hoped for, with someone else.

He zoned out, letting go of his mind and accepting that he was always meant to be alone. He was always meant to be the one watching everyone else get what he wanted. 

"Severus?"

Snape's eyes lost focus while he zoned out. He almost thought he heard someone call out to him. 

"Severus! I didn't know you came," said a familiar voice. Snape darted his attention behind him. It was his past project partner, Isabelle Roselle of Ravenclaw house. She greeted him with a bright smile, placing her hand on his shoulder. Snape looked at her hand, making Isabelle back off. "Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have, that was rude of me. How are you? I haven't heard about you in forever!" she beamed. "I've...been well, thank you," he said coldly. 

Snape slightly squinted. He scanned her hand for any ring, trying to predict if he was going to hear the same engagement or marriage story again. But to his surprise, she didn't wear one. He did notice that she looked different now. He never paid any attention to anybody's physical appearance, but he thought he remembered Isabelle looking a lot more brightly. But then again, half of the people he saw tonight didn't look as they did many years ago. 

"I'm sorry if I'm coming off a bit strong," Isabelle apologized. "I just haven't seen everyone in ages, you know?  After Hogwarts, I moved away for a bit." Snape gave her a slight smile. He wasn't sure how to answer her. He was never really good at socializing. 

"Snivellus?! Is that you, old friend?"

Snape's blood boiled in embarrassment. He hadn't heard that name in a long time. 

James Potter and Sirius Black gave him a firm pat on the back, making Snape the most uncomfortable he's ever been. "Bella, you're here, too! How are you? Still taking that breakup hard?" Sirius clicked his tongue and winked at Isabelle. Isabelle scoffed and laughed. "Don't flatter yourself, Sirius. I haven't thought about you since."

Snape felt a little weird hearing the conversation. "So Snivellus, how have you been? How's the wife, how's the kids?" James asked. Snape was frozen. He didn't know what to do or say. "You alright there, Snivellus? Seems like I'm hitting a nerve there, am I right, Padfoot?" James laughed. Snape could hear his heart beating outside of his chest, so loud that he couldn't hear his own thoughts telling him to calm down. 

"Don't call me that," he managed to mutter. James and Sirius looked at each other with surprise. James gave Snape another firm pat on the back, almost knocking Snape over. "Oh come on, you're not still affected by that are you? Its been years, Snivelly," James snickered. Snape's skin faded into a pink and onto a dark red. Isabelle noticed that he was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.