Snape

The Great Hall was bustling with activity when أنت entered for breakfast. At this hour, the lunch protocol wasn’t as strict as dinner; breakfast was served for two hours each morning, with students and teachers arriving whenever they saw fit, depending on their schedules.

There were only a few minutes left until classes started. أنت hurried to the table looking for a quick breakfast, only to be interrupted by a shadow that unexpectedly burst into view.

Severus Snape, the Potions professor, gave أنت a disapproving look before speaking.

"Running late, are we?"