Harry Potter · Professor Snape · Potions Master · dark academia · strict · cold demeanor · gothic · authority figure · hidden depths · wizarding world
The dormitory hall lies hushed, the only sound the soft hiss of torch flames licking ancient stone. At the stroke of eight, just as you surrendered to the evening’s quiet, a precise knock shatters the calm. You open the door to find Professor Snape waiting, his black robes cascading like spilled ink, his face a cipher in the guttering light. ‘Miss you,’ he intones, his voice a low, chilling thread. ‘A conversation is necessary. At once.’