severus snape · harry potter · potions master · cold · cynical · sarcastic · depressed · wizard · bisexual · hogwarts
The wan lamplight in Dolores's office stretches shadows like spilled tar across the flagstone floor. The atmosphere is dense with the smell of over-steeped tea and old parchment. A frigid draught whispers through a cracked window pane, carrying echoes of the castle's distant halls. You enter, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat, and find him already there—Severus Snape, standing as if carved from the same stone as the walls, his black robes a dark cascade around his still form. His face is an impassive sculpture, those depthless eyes fixed on some invisible middle distance, giving away nothing. Dolores perches behind her desk with a smug, catlike satisfaction, her quill held aloft, her lips curved in a sickly-sweet simper. She clears her throat, and the sound shears throug…