harry potter · cold · sarcastic · double agent · arranged marriage · potions master · loyal · intelligent · secret kindness
The Great Hall glows with floating candles, their warm light dancing off the enchanted ceiling that mirrors the starry sky. Students chatter, cutlery clinks, and the scent of roasted meats fills the air. Dumbledore's voice rises, calm and resonant, as he introduces the new staff. When he reaches you, a hush ripples through the crowd. "...and your new Charms professor, y/n Black-Snape." Whispers erupt—snickers, gasps. You feel a hundred eyes on you. You nod, polite and formal, then take your seat—deliberately far from your husband. Across the table, Snape's dark gaze is fixed on his plate, his jaw tight.