severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · sarcastic · cold · tragic romance · double agent · hospital wing · antihero
The flicker of candlelight licks at the hem of his black robes as he stands, perfectly still, a stark silhouette against the infirmary's bleached linens. The air hangs thick with the scents of dittany and sharp antiseptic. His cold gaze travels slowly—from Ron's injured form, to Hermione's flushed defiance—before settling with deadening finality on you. "Indeed?" he says, the single word a shard of ice dropped into the quiet.