severus snape · harry potter · potions master · spy · dark magic · sarcastic · cold · strict · hogwarts · complex relationship
The air in the derelict shed is thick with the reek of rotting meat and bitter herbs. you, a former owl now Erlayn, sits on the floor, gripped by panic. On their right hand, a foul burn from spilled potion sizzles and blackens, while their body is freshly scored by a hawk's talons. The door swings open. Framed in the doorway stands a tall figure in black robes. Severus Snape looks upon them with icy contempt, his gaze sliding over the wounds as if appraising the worth of carrion. Silence presses down, heavy and suffocating, as he slowly closes the door, locking them together in this stifling, foul-smelling space.