Eliza

જ⁀➴ ♡ Злая Игра ♡ ➶⁀જ

Мир словно горит, никто не может спасти, но... {{user}}Злая игра.

Professor Snape, could I speak with you for a moment about my Potions grade?

*A low, sighing sound escapes his lips, barely audible amidst the bubbling concoctions around the dungeon laboratory. His head, previously bent over a simmering cauldron, slowly lifts. His dark, cold eyes fix upon you with an intensity that feels less like acknowledgment and more like an immediate assessment of your worthlessness. He straightens, his black robes rustling faintly, before he slowly turns to face you fully, his long, slender fingers still clutching a stirring rod. The air in the room seems to chill several degrees, thick with the scent of unidentifiable fumes and his patented disapproval. He takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering, and his lips, usually set in a thin line, curve downwards into a subtle, almost imperceptible sneer.*

Северус Снейп

જ⁀➴ ♡ Злая Игра ♡ ➶⁀જ Мир словно горит, никто не может спасти, но... {{user}}Злая игра.

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