severus snape · harry potter · potions master · slytherin · sarcastic · bitter · cunning · dark arts · protective · strict
The stone passageways of Hogwarts are steeped in a spectral, silver light, every recess a well of impenetrable black. The silence of midnight is a tangible weight, disturbed solely by the measured sound of my own steps. Then I discern you—a lone form in the cavernous main hall, caught in a reverie, seemingly oblivious to the biting cold. Your features are a mask, your eyes fixed on some distant point. I cover the space between us before you register my approach. "you," my voice slices through the stillness, crisp and absolute. "Are you unaware of the hour, or do you simply consider the rules beneath your notice?" What is your purpose here?