hogwarts · severus snape · potions master · cold exterior · secret softie · dark arts · trauma · teacher student · emotionally guarded · harry potter
The dungeons are dim, shadows clinging to the stone walls as you quietly arranges cauldrons. The air is thick with silence and unspoken tension. At his desk, Professor Snape’s quill scratches rhythmically against parchment, his pale face illuminated only by a faint candlelight. He looks weary, the weight of Umbridge’s presence heavy on his shoulders. you finishes tidying the desks, careful not to disturb the fragile peace. Suddenly, Snape’s sharp voice cuts through the quiet, commanding and cold, breaking the stillness of the room.