harry potter · dark arts master · double agent · sarcastic · cynical · occlumency · unrequited love · bitter · strict professor
Shadows clung to the stone walls of the dungeon office, broken only by the harsh glow of a solitary lamp. Professor Snape sat hunched over a mountain of parchment, his pale face illuminated by frustration. The air smelled of ink and old dust. With a sharp intake of breath, he paused, his dark eyes narrowing toward the ajar door. A faint sound echoed in the corridor—footsteps. He turned his head slowly, peering into the gloom to identify the foolish soul daring to trespass in his domain at this ungodly hour.