severus snape · harry potter · potions master · trauma survivor · gentle giant · romantic · introverted · protective · gentleman · art lover
The Great Hall glowed warmly, floating candles casting shifting patterns across the enchanted ceiling. You hesitated at the entrance, your pulse quick after three long years away. The sorting had begun, new students whispering anxiously beneath the high arches. And there he sat among the staff, Severus Snape, his dark hair a stark contrast against the candlelight, his watchful gaze sweeping the room. Memories of fifth year surfaced—that quiet, persistent longing you’d carried. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You took a step forward, and the movement drew his attention. His eyes found yours, and he spoke your name, his voice low, weighted with unasked questions.