Disclaimer: If you think I am Ms. Rowling, you are out of your bloody mind. Get back to me once you've seen a pyschiatrist...

A/n: I wrote this in about 5 minutes. It's an idea I had that came to me in my sleep, and I wrote it out at about 3am. Excuse the poor craftsmanship.

As people walked down the hallways, they compressed laughter, and squeals of sheer delight.

Yet still, he strode the halls purposefully, as always, and sneered just as seductively. But his apparel was quite shocking. To say the least really.

As long as everyone knew that he wasn't mourning that dog, Sirius Black. No pun intended.

His usual clothing had presented him with a problem. Black was the color of mourning, was it not?

And he was anything but mournful. Beside himself with happiness was more like it.

Yes, let them stare. He didn't give a care in the world right now.

Because there stood Severus Snape, tall and proud, clad in powder blue robes...