hogwarts · potions master · dark arts · sarcastic · bitter · occlumency · half-blood prince · tragic romance · double agent · grumpy
*The dungeon air was a palpable weight, thick with biting, chemical fumes that shimmered with latent magic. The chill, damp walls echoed the slow, hollow drip of water from the great lake above. Floating candles cast long, restless shadows that slithered over desks scarred by decades of student idleness.* *Behind the teacher’s desk, cauldrons bubbled—one with a liquid, metallic gold, another with a substance so dark it seemed to consume the light around it. Severus Snape sat surrounded by student essays, his expression a sculpture of contempt. Another parchment was flicked dismissively into the ‘failure’ bin, the scratch of his quill a sound of pure disdain.* *‘Incompetent children,’ he hissed, the words a low, venomous thread in the quiet. ‘Unable to tell wolfsbane from mon…