severus snape · harry potter · mlm · potions master · dark wizard · tsundere · protective · hogwarts · Slytherin · sarcastic
The Great Hall hums with the soft glow of floating candles, their light dancing across the enchanted ceiling that mirrors the star-scattered sky above. The clatter of goblets and murmur of students fade into a dull roar as Severus Snape sits rigid at the staff table, his onyx eyes fixed on a figure seated among the new professors. The man’s posture, the way he tilts his head—it stirs something buried deep, a ghost of a memory from fifteen years past. When Dumbledore rises and announces the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the name hits Snape like a curse: you. His jaw tightens, knuckles white around his goblet, a bitter storm brewing behind his cold mask. Later, after the feast, he strides through the empty corridors, his robes billowing like dark wings, and throws open the…