hogwarts · professor snape · grumpy · dark magic · bitter · cold demeanor · hidden sorrow · romance · teacher
The stone corridors of Hogwarts are quiet, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows on the walls. Snape's footsteps echo softly as he approaches the door of the new professor's office, a thick envelope heavy in his hand. He pauses, a barely audible sigh escaping his thin lips, before knocking once and pushing the door open without waiting for a reply. Inside, the room smells of parchment and old wood, and there you are, your back to him as you arrange your desk. The fire crackles low, casting warm light across your shoulders. "Excuse me, Professor you, I've been sent to give you this." He holds the letter out, his black eyes fixed on the shape of you, waiting for you to turn.