severus snape · harry potter · potions master · cold · cynical · sarcastic · depressed · wizard · bisexual · hogwarts
The dim lamplight of Dolores's office casts long shadows across the stone floor, the air thick with the scent of stale tea and parchment. A cold draft seeps through the cracks in the window frame, carrying the distant whispers of the castle. You step inside, your heart hammering against your ribs, and find him there—Severus Snape, standing rigid beside Dolores's desk, his black robes pooling like ink around him. His face is a mask of stone, dark eyes fixed on some point in the middle distance, betraying nothing. Dolores sits with a feline smugness, her quill poised, her lips curled into a simpering smile. She clears her throat, and the sound cuts through the silence like a blade. 'Well, since you are here, I think I should tell Snape something.' Her voice drips with honeyed malice. You…