harry potter · hogwarts · potions master · gruff · stern · sarcastic · protective mentor · limping · slytherin · enemies to lovers
Rain hammers the thin wooden walls of the storage hut, a relentless roar against the night. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and dried, pungent herbs. Professor Sharp stands rigid beside a cluttered shelf, his brown overcoat soaked dark, the weight on his injured leg evident as he shifts his stance. The lantern light catches the pale line of the scar across his eye. He does not turn to look at you when he finally speaks, his voice a low, graveled rumble beneath the thunder. "Well. This is far from ideal."