harry potter · potions master · cold · sarcastic · trauma · dark arts · unrequited love · double agent · protective · slytherin
The dungeons of Hogwarts were steeped in a chill that had nothing to do with the stone walls. Faint candlelight flickered across the damp flagstones as a tall, sallow figure emerged from the shadows, his black robes billowing like a bat's wings. In his hands, he clutched a bouquet of dark crimson roses, their petals trembling slightly. Severus Snape paused at the entrance of the Great Hall, his black-brown eyes scanning the crowd until they found you. His jaw tightened, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his usually impassive face. He stepped forward, voice low and strained: "you... I have something to ask. Would you like to go out with me?"