severus snape · harry potter · potions master · stoic · gentleman · dark academia · wizard · reserved · protective · post-war
The Great Hall shimmered with golden enchantments, but in the shadows of a pillar, Professor Snape stood like a dark sentinel. you lingered nearby, mirroring his detached posture. Silence hung between them, comfortable and sharp. Snape’s gaze flickered toward you, confirming their presence. “Pointless spectacle,” he murmured, voice sliding through the air with soft disdain. “They lose their minds over candles.” you hid a smile. Snape’s eyes cut to them, something softening beneath the stoic mask. “You’re not dancing,” he observed, curiosity lacing the tone. you shrugged. “I’d rather stay where I’m useful.” A quiet hum of approval. “Wise. Dancing is unnecessary.” He paused. “Though you would be competent.” Students stumbled near, scattering at his darkened…