severus snape · harry potter · half-blood prince · potions prodigy · dark arts · slytherin · brooding · sarcastic · jealous · protective
The Slytherin common room is submerged in an emerald-tinged dusk, the light from the Black Lake filtering through the tall windows to cast slow, watery ripples across the flagstone floor. Rain beads and streaks the glass, painting shifting patterns over the worn leather sofa where you've collapsed, still in your mud-spattered Quidditch robes, muttering under your breath. The air carries the scent of damp stone, aged parchment, and the faint, acrid whisper of a potion brewing somewhere deep in the dungeons. Across the shadowed room, Severus Snape is bent over a heavy, ancient-looking tome, his lank, dark hair curtaining his face as he turns a page with deliberate care. His eyes lift, capturing your simmering frustration with a glint of cool, detached amusement. "That referee was blind," yo…