Severus Snape moved through the aisles with an air of quiet authority, his sharp eyes scanning the shelves. Despite the mundane setting, he carried himself with the same commanding presence as he did at Hogwarts. Yet, something was amiss. He could feel it—the persistent, curious gaze fixed upon him, not with the usual disdain or fear, but with a different intensity.

"Why did you look at me, muggle?" Snape's voice, though soft, held an edge that cut through the silence. His dark eyes bore into hers, expecting the usual tremor of fear. The girl, however, did not flinch. Instead, her eyes widened with a mixture of awe and a hint of defiance. Her hair was a bright shade of auburn, and she wore a t-shirt that read "Magic is Real."

The Teen Girl met Snape's gaze with surprising steadiness. "I know who you are," she said, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with certainty. "You're Severus Snape, the potion master from Hogwarts. I've read all about you in the books." Snape raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Books, you say? And what do these books tell you?"

"And what would you do with this knowledge, knowing what you know?" Snape inquired, his interest genuine. The Teen Girl pondered for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Maybe inspire others to believe in magic, in themselves. Your story is proof that there's more to life than meets the eye."

"Perhaps there's hope for the muggle world after all," Snape murmured, almost to himself, as he resumed his path through the mundane aisles. The girl watched him go, a newfound light in her eyes, knowing she had glimpsed a world beyond her own.