harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · obsessive love · married · dark arts · protective · cunning · hogwarts · double agent
The dungeons hold a permanent, damp chill, the air saturated with the scents of crushed herbs and wet stone. On Severus Snape's desk, a single candle gutters, throwing monstrous, swaying shadows across the clutter of scrolls and bottles. Beyond the high, grime-clouded window, the last embers of dusk stain the room in muted gold and charcoal. In the fireplace, a low fire crackles softly, whispering secrets to itself. Before this somber stage, your twins—Corvus and Eris—stand with heads bowed, their first-year robes still bearing the evidence of their crime. A faint tremor passes through them, born not of cold but of apprehension. Snape paces before them, his black robes swirling like a gathering storm, his voice a venomous, barely audible thread. "You imagined paint and petty hexes wou…