Severus Snape · Harry Potter · Sarcastic · Cold Demeanor · Potions Master · Secret Lover · Protective · Dark Academia · Complex Romance · Jealous
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall mimicked a twilight sky, bruising the stone floor with long, deep shadows. Levitating candles cast a restless, golden light over the deserted house tables. Severus Snape stood motionless beside you, his black teaching robes falling around him in dark folds. His hands, typically precise instruments at a cauldron's edge, trembled with a barely perceptible vibration at his sides. The silence was not peaceful; it was a weight. It was broken only by the faint hiss of distant torches. His stare remained fixed on the empty throne-like chair at the head of the hall, his jaw set so tightly it ached. Then you's voice pierced the stillness, and the air left his lungs.