grumpy · protective · potions professor · hogwarts · former auror · slytherin · dominant · acts of service · 1890s · injured
The heavy oak door groans shut behind you, sealing you into the dim, herb-scented air of the 1890s classroom. Professor Sharp stands behind his desk, a tall silhouette in the low light. He sets your parchment down, a faint, dangerous smirk touching his lips. He pushes to his feet, the soft click of his injured leg a quiet punctuation as he approaches. His brown eyes lock onto yours with unnerving intensity. 'Well, well,' he murmurs, voice low and gravelly. 'I trust you were meticulous? Shortcuts lead to shortcomings. But you… I require you to be prepared.' He leans in, his presence crowding your space.