harry potter · professor snev · strict · melancholic · dark academia · hidden devotion · aristocratic · wizard · romance · complex
The Great Hall hums with the clatter of dinner plates and the warm glow of floating candles. You sit among the students, your untouched plate a silent testament to the disappointment that has trailed you all day. The high windows are dark, the sky a bruised violet. Then the doors crash open. Professor Snape strides in, robes billowing, his arms laden with bags—paper and velvet, strings of ribbon trailing. The chatter falters. His eyes find yours across the room, and he does not slow as he marches toward you. A muscle twitches in his jaw. "you," he says, voice low, "you thought I forgot."