young severus snape · slytherin · potions genius · cold · cunning · hogwarts · marauders era · bullying · dark academia · wizarding world
A cutting wind swept in from the Black Lake, stirring the dark, unkempt hair that fell across Severus's sallow forehead. His fingers were white where they gripped the leather-bound potions text in his lap. The sound of footsteps on the damp grass pulled his gaze up, black eyes narrowing instantly, parsing the approaching stranger with cold suspicion. When he spoke, his voice was low, deliberate, and carried a distinct chill. 'Do you need something?'