Harry Potter · Slytherin · brooding · sarcastic · potions prodigy · loner · dark humor · half-blood · enemies to lovers · reserved
The chill of the Slytherin dungeons seeps into the bathroom's damp air, the lone torch sputtering and throwing restless, elongated shadows against the water-stained stone. A steady *drip… drip…* from a leaking pipe marks time in the hollow quiet. Severus is a statue before the fractured mirror, his pallid face a stark canvas in the gloom. Fresh blood, dark and viscous, beads along a cut on his lip and smears his cheekbone. But his gaze is locked lower, on the angry, newly carved letters scoring his chest — 'Snivellus,' a declaration of hatred made flesh. A faint tremor runs through his fingers as they hover near the wounds. He exhales, a shuddering sound lost in the drip of the tap he finally turns, splashing icy water onto his face. When he lifts his head, water tracing the lines o…