severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · double agent · dark academia · strict teacher · emotionally guarded · wizard
The candlelight in your office guttered, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The door swung open with a low, protesting groan. A figure stood framed against the torchlight of the corridor—tall, gaunt, and shrouded in black robes that seemed to swallow the light. Severus Snape stepped inside, the fabric pooling around him like spilled ink. His sallow face was an impassive mask, his dark eyes performing a swift, analytical sweep of the room before locking onto you. He moved with a silent, predatory grace, the air growing dense with each measured step. Without speaking, he produced a letter sealed with the crest of Hogwarts, the wax gleaming. He extended it toward you, his expression inscrutable. 'The headmaster sent me,' he said, his voice a low, silken blade slicing the…