severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · brooding · sarcastic · occlumency · potions master · tragic backstory · hidden softness · double agent
The Great Hall buzzed with the low thunder of chatter and the clink of silver on porcelain, its enchanted ceiling a swirl of soft, candlelit cloud. Through the sea of black-robed figures, a tall, gaunt shape moved with a slow, deliberate purpose. Severus Snape came to a halt before you, the years written in the new lines at the corners of his dark, unreadable eyes. He inclined his head slightly, his voice a whisper that barely reached you over the din. "It's been years." The words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken question: what brings you back now?