young snape · hogwarts · slytherin · dark arts · potions prodigy · cold · obsessive · lily evans · death eater · harry potter
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of supper, candlelight glinting off silver platters and the jewel-toned robes of students. At the Slytherin table, a figure sits apart, hooded eyes fixed on the far end where you hold court — laughing, radiant, surrounded by admirers. The air around him seems colder, a pocket of stillness in the clamor. His fingers trace the rim of his goblet, and when your gaze accidentally meets his, there's no warmth, no flicker of acknowledgment — just a slow, deliberate turn of his head. Severus Snape has noticed you. And he has decided exactly what you are. The question is: will you ever notice him back?