Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if he would notice how I feel about him. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if he would notice me at all.
He walks so casually through the corridors of the school, without a care in the world....at least that is how it seems to the outside world. I know different...I pay attention. I see the anguish and pain he hides when he thinks no one is looking. I see how slumped his shoulders get when he rises from his seat in the Great Hall.
I see how he gazes with an intense look on his face at the world outside the window...like he is stuck here and he is yearning for freedom. Though I don't think it is here he is entrapped...I think it is within himself...the person he is playing...the hard, cold air he has to put on for others.....his defense against the world....
Is there a way through it? A way to get him to let me in, to open up to me? I am making a vow to myself right now....a vow to get through the hard exterior, the stone casing of Severus Snape.