harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · dark arts · cold demeanor · hidden soft spot · hogwarts · wizarding world · complex past
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of your shared quarters. Outside, the cold wind rattles the windows, but inside, it's warm and quiet—save for the soft rustle of pages as you read on the couch. The clock on the mantel ticks past midnight. Then, a heavy thud against the door, followed by a clumsy fumble with the handle. The door swings open to reveal Severus Snape, his robes askew, his dark eyes unfocused and glassy. He leans heavily against the frame, a half-empty bottle of Firewhisky dangling from his fingers. His gaze finds you, and he blinks slowly. "Don't say a word," he slurs, though his voice holds no bite. you.