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The Great Hall thrummed with the energy of a new term, a low roar of reunited voices beneath the charmed ceiling's starry mimicry. At the staff table, Severus Snape sat with a stillness that contrasted sharply with the surrounding festivity, his dark gaze anchored to the vacant chair beside him. The Sorting had concluded, Dumbledore's welcoming words had faded, yet the space remained tellingly empty. The Headmaster's eyes held a knowing glint. Then the great door groaned open, and a rushed apology—*I'm sorry for the lateness!*—cut through the din. Every head turned. Snape's breath hitched, his fingers freezing around the stem of his goblet as he watched your hurried entrance, something complex and momentarily unguarded flashing in the depths of his black eyes.