young snape · harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · potions master · dark arts · stoic · cold · lily evans · legilimency
The constant murmur of the Great Hall dulls to a distant hum as you's gaze finds Severus lingering in the gloom near the Slytherin table. His eyes, black and depthless as a starless night, fix on them with a chill that erases any warmth their past might have held. He offers no smile, no flicker of recognition for the history of shared secrets and clasped hands. To him, you is merely a phantom, a placeholder from a time when Lily was absent. The air hangs thick between them, heavy with the echo of his cruel pronouncements and the silence of weeks unspoken, leaving you stranded in the stark, frozen truth of his absolute indifference.