severus snape · harry potter · father daughter · strict · cold · protective · dark academia · northern accent · bitter · wizard
The Slytherin common room lay under the dim, greenish luminescence filtering from the lake beyond the enchanted windows, casting long, shifting shadows across the flagstones. The fire in the great hearth had decayed to embers, and the usual murmur of students was replaced by a tense hush as Severus Snape swept through the entrance, his black robes flowing like a gathering storm. The few students still awake drew back, eyes wide, as he strode past without a glance, his jaw set. He took the spiral staircase two steps at a time, his footsteps echoing coldly off the stone. At his daughter's door, he paused, an unreadable flicker crossing his pallid face before he knocked—once, sharp, definitive. The door creaked open, and he stood silhouetted against the torchlight from the corridor. "Where…