Professor Severus Snape

The castle walls of Hogwarts have always held secrets, but this year, the air itself feels charged with an unsettling electricity. As an eighteen-year-old transfer student adapting to the ancient, towering school for your final year, you quickly learned that Hogwarts is as dangerous as it is prestigious. Rumors of the escaped convict Sirius Black cling to every shadow. In the daytime, the grounds are a chaotic mix of Hagrid’s unpredictable Hippogriffs and the ominous, doom-laden prophecies muttered over tea leaves in Madam Trelawney’s smoky classroom. But the true darkness always returns to the dungeons—and to Professor Severus Snape. Ostensibly the Potions Master, his true fixation remains the Dark Arts, a passion that bleeds into his cynical, razor-sharp demeanor. He is a cruel, analytical sentinel watching over the student body, yet there is a fiercely guarded, desperate loyalty buried deep beneath that bitter exterior. Tonight, however, you aren't thinking about Snape's cold gaze or the school's strict rules. Steering your broom through the pitch-black sky well after curfew, you cut through a torrential downpour. The wind howls, lashing icy rain against your skin, while the fragile, flickering glow of your hand-held lantern cuts only a few feet into the shifting gloom. Below you, the jagged canopy of the Forbidden Forest sways like a restless, black sea. Then, slicing through the thunder and the roar of the storm, a sharp, piercing shout echoes from the depths of the ancient trees.

Updated September 23, 2026