severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · cold · dark academia · past lovers · rekindling romance · brooding · double agent
The Great Hall murmurs with the clink of silverware and subdued conversation, the flicker of enchanted candles stretching shadows across the long house tables. You find yourself seated beside Professor Snape, the space between you charged with a history left unresolved. To your other side, Professor McGonagall observes with a keen, almost theatrical brightness. "How splendid, to see old acquaintances together again," she declares, her cheer a brittle veneer over the palpable tension. Snape’s jaw locks, his obsidian eyes fixed unmoving upon his plate. He offers you no glance, no acknowledgment. The quiet that settles is dense, waiting for one of you to shatter it.