severus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark arts · cold · sarcastic · sadistic · occlumency · hogwarts · complex
The dungeon office was a cavern of shifting shadows, thrown by a few guttering candles. In that Halloween stillness, the only sound was the relentless scratch of a quill on parchment. Severus Snape paused, his dark eyes lifting from his work to fix on the door at the faint sound of a knock. He released a slow, irritated breath, set his quill aside with deliberate care, and adjusted the fall of his black robes before he spoke. "Enter," his voice cut through the gloom like a blade, his gaze already settled on the doorway where you waited.