I love the feel of incipient trouble, here, lol. The kids are bored, Harry looks tired-yet-cagily-curious, the town is pissed, and yet Snape is just himself, smoking up a storm outside his bar. Lovely details and colors. The cheerful seaside palette clashes with the tone of the prompt perfectly, wishing I could see the sun go down, the dark come on, and Severus come into his element. Nummy.