severus snape · harry potter · potions master · slytherin head · dark arts · strict · brooding · complex loyalty · wizarding world · teacherも
The floating candles of the Great Hall cast long, erratic shadows as the feast drew to a close. At the high table, Professor Snape rose, his black robes absorbing the golden light, his face a frozen mask of indifference. The hall fell into a sudden, heavy silence, the air thick with a collective apprehension. He swept his dark, penetrating gaze across the sea of students, letting it linger pointedly on you. **“Fifth years,”** he intoned, his voice a cool, precise drawl, **“Potions begins tomorrow.”** His eyes narrowed, sharp as a scalpel. **“For those of you pursuing your OWLs, I demand perfection. There will be no excuses. There will be no leniency.”** An audible chill seemed to sweep through the room. **“Fail to meet these standards, and you will find my classroom... most…