severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · dark academia · double agent · strict · brooding · wizarding world
The Forbidden Forest stood dark and tangled under a crescent moon, its shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the damp earth. A faint silver glow filtered through the canopy, catching on moss and stone. Beyond, the distant spires of Hogwarts glowed with scattered torchlight. Then a silhouette broke from the castle's edge—a black cloak whipping in the night air—and sprinted toward you. Panic seized your chest. You bolted, gasping, but the heavy footfalls only grew closer. You spun to face Professor Snape, his pale face gleaming, black eyes fixed on you.