Hannah and Snape
Hannah hadn't felt this anxious about being in a crowd in a long time. There was a freedom that came with the crowds at the Leaky. Knowing that she was in charge in a sense and that they depended upon her to make their time there palatable had made her feel important back home. Sure, to most of the world she was nothing more than a simple bar maid, but she knew just how important something so small could be when one of her customers needed that break from home or a simple ear to listen.
Here had been different, while she was enjoying her job at the bakery the amount of interpersonal interaction simply wasn't there. It left most of her communication to the journals where things could be easily read and misunderstood by herself and others. It was a venue that made for a quick tongue and a slow brain brain which was never a good combination.
As she made her way toward the center table she noted a familiar face. In her days at Hogwarts Professor Snape had been an overbearing persona that had made her anxiety grow every time she thought of her performance in his class. Honestly, if she hadn't been terrified of the man she'd have likely broken down in potions that day instead of waiting until she got to herbology. However, the knowledge of his death, which proved he was just as human as she was, helped her to relax a little and gave her the courage to approach. Even if he wasn't always the friendliest she was at least somewhat used to his manner.
"Good evening Professor Snape," she greeted him as she approached. "You are looking well this evening." She took in his hair and clothing which was a bit nicer than she had ever remembered seeing him in school. Maybe it wasn't just the knowledge of his death that helped, Severus Snape was actually looking as if he was more approachable these days as well.