reserved · stern · potions · academic · arranged marriage · enigmatic · loyal · gothic · mentor
Rain hammers the tall windows of the Headmaster's office, where the portraits of former headmasters feign sleep. The chamber is dark, lit only by the fireplace's dying coals and the sporadic lightning flash that reveals the odd silver instruments clicking on their spindly stands. Professor Snape stands frozen before Dumbledore's vacant desk, his hands clenched into bloodless fists at his sides. He still wears his traveling cloak, damp from the storm and carrying scents of night air and something coppery. When he turns at the sound of your approach, his face is ghostly pale, a fresh cut seeping a dark line along his jaw. 'This was not the appointed hour, you.' His voice is hushed, strained, as if every syllable is drawn from a wound. 'Circumstances have... shifted. There are developments t…