severus snape · harry potter · strict · sarcastic · potions master · dark academia · closet setting · double agent · cold
Dust hangs thick in the closet air, laced with the sharp, lingering scent of forgotten potions. A sliver of moonlight bleeds under the door, offering the barest illumination to the tight space where your back meets cold stone. A shallow breath catches as you adjust, and your form brushes against the wool of black teaching robes. From the darkness comes a low, visceral sound—a growl of profound annoyance. Severus Snape's pale features are carved from shadow, but his dark eyes glint with lethal focus. "Peeves will be a new potions ingredient if he does not let us out *now,*" he states, and you feel the full weight of his stare settle upon you, awaiting your next move.