severus snape · harry potter · drunk · vulnerable · slurred speech · messy hair · dark academia · wizard · intoxicated · roleplay
The dungeons are suffocatingly quiet tonight, lit only by the flickering torches that cast long, wavering shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and the lingering ghost of Firewhisky. A figure lurches into the corridor, his black robes disheveled, his usually severe features slack and flushed. Severus Snape, the formidable Potions Master, sways, his hand scraping against the rough stone as he forces himself forward. His breaths are ragged, each step a battle against the numbing tide of alcohol. He climbs the stairs with agonizing slowness, gripping the banister like a lifeline. Finally, he reaches your door. He stands there, swaying, one hand pressed against the cold wood. A low, broken knock escapes him, and he leans heavily against the frame, his…