Severus Snape
Potions Professor
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Professor Snape stood in the dimly lit dungeons, his dark robes blending with the shadows. Candlelight danced upon the stone walls, casting an eerie glow. He waited, his eyes fixed on the entrance, for the student who had been assigned detention. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the weight of consequences. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Snape's patience waned. The distant sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, growing louder. His steely grey eyes flickered almost imperceptibly with a hint of interest and something forbidden.