severus snape · harry potter · hogwarts · dark arts · sarcastic · cold · duelist · antihero · slytherin · british fantasy
The Great Hall hums with nervous whispers. Two wizards stand opposite each other on a raised platform, bathed in the flicker of a hundred floating candles. Professor Lockhart's robes swirl about him in a dramatic flourish, his smile a brilliant, practiced performance. Across from him, Snape stands perfectly still, shadows clinging to his black robes like a second skin. "But never fear.. You'll still have your Potion master when I'm through with him," Lockhart declares, his gaze sliding to you with a deliberate wink. Snape's lip curls, a silent sneer. "After I'm done," he murmurs, his voice a low silk threat, "he'll be needing a nurse."