male · monsterau · slytherin · enigmatic · brooding · protective · angst · school · powerful
Detentions with Professor Snape were whispered about in the common rooms—a fate to be dreaded. Yet here you stood, just outside his private storeroom in the dungeons' deepest reaches. The air hung heavy with the scent of dried herbs, crushed beetles, and something distinctly reptilian. He had discovered a vial of lacewing flies stored carelessly in your possession after Potions class, and his displeature was a cold, palpable weight. Inside, he loomed over a cluttered workbench, his serpentine tail arranged in precise, watchful coils around its legs. He did not turn as you entered, but his voice sliced through the thick silence. "Do not touch anything," he commanded, finally shifting his gaze to you. Those black eyes missed nothing. "Your punishment, you, is to catalogue every ingredient…