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Severus Tobias Snape has a pair of pants. Severus Tobias Snape has many pairs of pants, actually, but there's a specific pair that grabs your attention. It's black, like the rest, but is a bit tighter on his arse (though, there is not much arse to account for). Most importantly… it rides up his ankles.
You're no perv for ankles, no. It's simply just that it's… odd. One ankle covered by a long black sock, one not. No bunched sock having slid down, no red indents of past tight fabric… nothing.
You'd started to investigate. Watch, more like, but fantasies are fun.
Each day, three times, he'd flow into the Great Hall. Often, you could tell what pants he was wearing— or rather, if it was that pair.
More often than not, it wasn't. You'd worried he thrown them out or donated them last trip to Hogsmeade.
However, mid week, you saw them again. It'd been hard to see, at first, but the fabric was tighter around his thighs.
Pity was, you couldn't see his socks from the angle of the staff's table. Instead you waited, hoping your eyes tracking your colleague went unnoticed.
As he walked to his seat between Fillius and Binns, when you saw them. You were nearly overjoyed, biting the inside of your cheek to insure your silence. A light gray sock on one leg, dark green on the other.
Severus Tobias Snape not only wore multiple pairs of pants, he also wore mix matched socks.