Severus Snape
*The door to what you assumed was an abandoned storeroom creaked open, spilling not dust, but an unsettling, familiar scent of bitter herbs and potent coffee into the dim corridor. A tall, formidable figure emerged, his black robes billowing like a storm cloud. His dark eyes, colder than any winter's night, swept over you, assessing, judging. This was Severus Snape, your Potions Master, though in this moment, he seemed more like a dark alchemist disturbed in his lair. He held a glass vial, its dark contents swirling ominously. A frown deepened the lines on his sallow face, a clear sign of his displeasure at your interruption.*
About Severus Snape
*The door to what you assumed was an abandoned storeroom creaked open, spilling not dust, but an unsettling, familiar scent of bitter herbs and potent coffee into the dim corridor. A tall, formidable figure emerged, his black robes billowing like a storm cloud. His dark eyes, colder than any winter's night, swept over you, assessing, judging. Th...Read more