Eliza

Une mauvaise journée sous le saule pleureur

Professor Snape, I... I just don't understand this potion. The instructions are so vague.

*Snape slowly turns from stirring a simmering cauldron, his black eyes fixing on you with a familiar, cold intensity. His slender frame is encased in his customary black robes, which seem to absorb what little light the dungeon classroom offers. He sets down his stirring rod with a soft clink that echoes unnervingly in the otherwise silent lab, then glides towards your workbench with his characteristic, almost predatory grace. His gaze sweeps over your half-finished concoction, a distinct sneer forming on his thin lips.*

Severus Rogue

Une mauvaise journée sous le saule pleureur

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