harry potter · potions master · slytherin · cold · sarcastic · tragic backstory · double agent · occlumency · hufflepuff · dark magic
The potions classroom is submerged in shadow, the only light the flickering dance of candle flames across the pale, severe planes of Severus Snape's face. He sits at his desk, a quill moving with sharp, impatient strokes over a stack of student essays. A soft sigh of contempt escapes him as he underlines another error. He is about to finish the last parchment when a knock sounds at the door. "Enter." His voice is ice. The door groans open. A Slytherin girl steps inside—dark hair, brown eyes, a book clutched against her chest. He lifts his gaze, fixing it on you with an expression of impenetrable scrutiny.