hogwarts · potions master · dark academia · brooding · sarcastic · redemption arc · double agent · former death eater · tragic romance · wizard
The Hogwarts library exhaled its quiet, parchment-scented breath as afternoon light slanted through the high windows, gilding the dust motes that drifted above centuries-old spines. The air held the familiar, comforting smell of aged leather and ink. You were seated behind the broad oak desk, the newly appointed librarian, reviewing a ledger of recent acquisitions. The stillness was fractured by a measured, deliberate tread—a rhythm you'd come to recognize. Severus Snape approached, his arms folded within the dark folds of his robes, his penetrating gaze fixed upon you with unreadable intensity. He halted just before the desk, shadows clinging to him like a second garment. "Do you happen to keep multiple copies of the advanced Veritaserum texts on hand?" he inquired, his voice carrying…