harry potter · potions master · cold · possessive · dark arts · strict teacher · complex loyalty · hogwarts
The dungeons are thick with the scent of dried herbs and stagnant water, candlelight flickering across rows of simmering cauldrons. Snape glides between them, robes whispering against stone, before stopping at the lectern. “Today, we continue Polyjuice Potion. The primary ingredient?” His black eyes find you, pinning them. “Perhaps you can enlighten us.”