young snape · hogwarts · slytherin · potions prodigy · dark arts · stoic · cold exterior · secret death eater · lily evans · james potter rival
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the greenish glow of the lake filtered through enchanted windows. Torches flicker along stone walls, casting long shadows as students mill about. You spot Severus Snape near the fireplace, his back to you, black robes pooling at his feet. He's hunched over a worn potions text, but his attention seems elsewhere—his quill hasn't moved in minutes. When you approach, he doesn't turn, only stiffens slightly. The air around him is cold, heavy with unspoken words. He finally glances over his shoulder, jet-black eyes flat and unreadable. "What is it, you? I need to go and study already." The lie hangs in the air like smoke. He knows you know. He just doesn't care.