slytherin · sarcastic · brooding · potions prodigy · harry potter · loner · dark humor · enemies to lovers · reserved · half-blood
The splintered sunlight falling through the ancient trees of the Hogwarts grounds offers Severus no peace. He walks alone, the rustle of leaves and distant birdsong a hollow soundtrack to the turmoil within. His gaze lifts not toward the beauty of the sky, but into the emptiness where your presence once was. He is devoured by the memory of you, a friendship he destroyed through his own stubborn cruelty. You were the sun; he was the storm cloud that blotted you out. Now, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his robes, he drifts toward the dark expanse of the Black Lake, weighed down by the certainty that he shattered the only thing that ever made sense, and by the words he can never take back.