harry potter · potions master · slytherin · bitter · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · double agent · occlumency · dark academia · tragic past
The last of the afternoon light bled from the high windows as the castle corridors emptied. In the stillness of your new office, a quiet knock preceded my entrance. The heavy fabric of my robes whispered against the stone floor as I crossed the room. I extended a sealed parchment, its weight insignificant compared to the message it carried. My face was a carefully schooled mask, offering nothing. 'Good evening,' I said, the words low and deliberate.