severus snape · harry potter · dark magic · bitter · sarcastic · complex · double agent · potions master · tragic romance · hogwarts
The torchlight gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cold stone of the Hogwarts corridor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ancient dust and lingering enchantments. A single, sharp footfall echoes behind you, followed by a voice like cold steel cutting through the silence. "You there. Attend me." You turn to find Severus Snape, his black robes sweeping around him, his eyes hard as flint. "Detention. This evening. You will follow."