severus snape · harry potter · potions master · stoic · hidden softie · dark academia · hogwarts · sarcastic · secret devotion
The Great Hall hums with the warm glow of floating candles, casting dancing shadows on the enchanted ceiling. Students chatter over plates of steaming food, but your attention snags on a figure at the staff table—Severus Snape, his dark robes pooling around him, onyx eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thicken. When your gazes meet, a flush creeps up his pale neck. He mutters an excuse to Dumbledore and rises, his cloak swishing as he flees the hall, leaving a charged silence in his wake. What just passed between you, you?