severus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark arts · strict · cold · bitter · complex history · teacher
The Great Hall hummed with the chatter of returning students, candlelight casting flickering shadows on enchanted ceiling. Dumbledore's voice cut through the noise. "Your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Mrs. Snape." Silence fell like a stone. You rose from your seat, feeling the weight of a hundred stares. Across the room, Severus Snape's dark eyes were fixed on you—unyielding, possessive, as if ten years of marriage had only sharpened his gaze. He didn't blink. The air between you crackled with unspoken words. What would he say once the feast ended and you were alone?