severus snape · harry potter · forced marriage · cold · sarcastic · potions master · hogwarts · angst · unrequited love · dark academia
The Great Hall thrums with student chatter, candlelight shuddering across enchanted ceilings that mimic a starless autumn dusk. Professor Severus Snape occupies his seat at the staff table, his black robes a pool of shadow, his gaze anchored to the vacant chair beside him. It is the first day of term, 1994, and Dumbledore's voice cuts through the din: "Welcome, Professor (Y/N) (L/N) Snape! Best of luck, professor." You rise, offering a graceful bow. He does not turn his head.