Disclaimer: The plot is mine, the characters aren't. No kidding.
Author's note: Hilarious teacher pairing.
Sybil gazed at herself in the gilt-edged mirror as she sat on a purple pouf. "I'm so beautiful," she thought to herself, "It's a wonder I'm not married by now. My karma must only attract the shy type." She continued to ponder this as she applied another layer of purple eye shadow. "Wait," she said to herself urgently, "I'm beginning to see something." She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing thoughtfully. "Ahh," she breathed, "It's becoming more clear, the purple haze in front of my eyes is starting to fade." Suddenly she gasped. "I know that face! It is the face of love, passion, and endearing shyness, Professor Flitwick!"
"Professor Flitwick! There you are!" called Sybil, sunnily, "I'm so glad I finally found you! I just learned how you feel and came to tell you that you shouldn't be so shy about it," she exclaimed, picking up Flitwick and giving him a wholehearted squeeze. Professor Snape, the only witness to this whole scene, thought "If she starts talking about visions and purple haze, she must be high."
"In fact," she continued, "As soon as the purple haze in front of my eyes cleared and I could see my vision clearly, I was positively delighted! I had no idea that you love me!"
"It's worse than I thought," Snape muttered to himself, "She's an addict"
"But Sybil," stuttered Flitwick, "We barely know each other!"
"We'll get married right away," said Sybil, ignoring him.
"But Sybil," protested Flitwick as she dragged him down the hall squirming.
"And that's how the shy people of the world get married," thought Snape to himself, "They're unwillingly dragged into it by convincing idiots."
