He heard footsteps on the landing, and the sound of the bedroom door clicking open quietly. He stood and turned, fully prepared to start shouting at whoever had followed him when he’d stormed out, when he froze upon seeing that it was in fact Snape who was stood at the threshold of the room, watching him passively through his tunnel like, black eyes. They stood in silence for a moment, just looking at one another. Harry was on the verge of telling the potions professor to get the fuck out of his room, when he finally spoke.