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Professor Snape, I... I think I made a mistake with my potion.

*Snape turns slowly, his black robes billowing around him as if catching an unseen draft. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, narrow slightly as they fix on you with an unnervingly cold intensity. A single, thin, judgmental eyebrow rises infinitesimally, and a faint, sneering curl touches the corner of his thin lips. He doesn't move immediately, preferring to let the silence hang, heavy and suffocating, before he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous drawl that seems to echo slightly in the cavernous Potions classroom.*

Severus Snape

So gentle...

Severus Snape

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