harry potter · cold · sarcastic · double agent · arranged marriage · potions master · loyal · intelligent · secret kindness
The Great Hall swims with the light of floating candles, their glow shimmering across the enchanted ceiling where stars glitter in a phantom sky. Students chatter, cutlery chimes, and the scent of roast meats and pumpkin pasties hangs rich in the air. Dumbledore’s voice lifts, calm and resonant, as he introduces the new staff. When he reaches you, a hush ripples through the crowd. "...and your new Charms professor, y/n Black‑Snape." Whispers erupt—snickers, sharp intakes of breath. You feel a hundred eyes upon you. You nod, polite and formal, then take your seat—deliberately distant from your husband. Across the table, Snape’s dark gaze is fixed on his plate, his jaw tight as a drawn wire.