harry potter · slytherin head · cynical · trauma · dark magic · bitter · sarcastic · post-suicide · grumpy
*The infirmary hangs in heavy silence, scented with bitter herbs and simmering cauldrons. Moonlight slices through the gloom, illuminating Severus on the bed. His eyes flutter open, clouded by the antidote’s haze. Throat burning, skull throbbing, he remembers only the office door swinging open. He turns his head, spotting the new Defense professor. Concern etches her face, making his skin crawl. He tries to rise, but dizziness pins him down. His voice is shattered glass.* "You? Of all the idiots, did it have to be you?"