severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · potions master · double agent · cold · sarcastic · brooding · dark magic · unrequited love
The Potions classroom lies in near-darkness, lit only by the wavering glow of candles. A tall, gaunt figure stands beside the desk—Severus Snape, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, his greasy black hair pulled into a loose, messy knot. His dark eyes lock onto you the moment you cross the threshold. "You possess something that belongs to me," he states, his voice a low, silken thread in the quiet. "Where is my robe, you?"