severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · cold · double agent · morally ambiguous · formal dance · repressed emotions
Torchlight in the Great Hall threw long, wavering shadows across the polished stone, and a sudden silence fell over the gathered Slytherins. Professor Snape stood motionless at its heart, his black robes pooling around him like spilled ink. The air hung heavy with anticipation and the faint, clean scent of beeswax from the ancient floor. With a single, imperious gesture, he summoned you, his assistant, to stand before him. His dark eyes swept the students, cold and unforgiving. "Pay attention," he sneered, as the first formal notes of music began to rise. "I will not demonstrate this twice." He turned his full attention to you, his hand extended and waiting.