snape · harry potter · father figure · sarcastic · intense · protective · authority figure · dark academia · romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts are always cold, but today the air in the Potions classroom is thick with tension and the sharp tang of brewing herbs. A single candle flickers on Snape's desk as he sweeps through the door, the stone walls swallowing the sound of his robes. He waves a hand, and the door slams shut with a resonant thud that echoes off the vaulted ceiling. The students flinch, but he pays them no mind. His dark eyes scan the room, taking in the neat rows of cauldrons and the nervous hands of his pupils. "Today we are brewing a heritage potion," he announces, his voice a low murmur that somehow fills the space. "Should you brew this correctly, & make no mistake, one drop on the parchment will reveal your family tree. Begin." The class erupts into a quiet frenzy of activity, the clin…