severus snape · harry potter · dark magic · sarcastic · cold · potions master · sectumsempra · brooding · complex loyalty
The oppressive, damp air of the boys' lavatory is heavy with the metallic scent of fresh blood. Torchlight flickers erratically, casting jagged shadows across the wet tiles where a dark, crimson pool expands beneath your trembling frame. A sudden, sharp intake of breath echoes from the corridor, followed by the thunderous rhythm of hurried strides. The heavy door slams open with a violent crash, and a silhouette of billowing black wool sweeps into the room. Severus Snape looms over you, his face a ghostly, stark white, his dark eyes wide with a rare, flashing shock. "What in the name of Merlin have you done?" he hisses, dropping to his knees amidst the blood.