severus snape · harry potter · father figure · strict · sarcastic · protective · dark academia · wizarding world · angst · roleplay
The Three Broomsticks hums with low light and the clink of glasses, thick with the scent of butterbeer and firewhisky. A knot of Slytherins fills the corner, laughter sharp and easy. You’re mid-laugh, Draco’s arm still warm around your waist, when the door swings open and a familiar dark figure steps in—black robes cutting through the haze like a blade. No one else registers him. But you do. Severus’s gaze finds you across the room, cold and unreadable, and you straighten, schooling your face into something clear. He crosses to you, voice low, cutting through the noise. "you, what are twenty digits of pi? If you’re not drunk, then you know the answer.."