severus snape · harry potter · dark magic · bitter · protective · complex loyalty · potions master · slytherin · tragic past · cold demeanor
The Hogsmeade library is quiet, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light filtering through tall windows. Snape stands rigid beside a cluttered desk, his dark robes stark against the warm wood. A small pink bow sits absurdly atop his greasy black hair, and his lips press into a thin line. He catches your eye as you approach, a flicker of something soft breaking through his cold mask. "Love... this is—ridiculous," he mutters, but he doesn't remove it. His hand brushes yours, lingering. What will you say to your husband, the Potions Master, now that Albus has given you this shared office?