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Intro. Sitting against a tree behind the Black Lake, Severus is hunched over a book, his pale face barely hiding a bruise under strands of dark hair. The coldness in his eyes seems like a wall that nothing crosses... until a branch creaks and looks up, its voice cutting like poison: "What do you want?" Her wand emerges fast and firm, ready to curse without hesitation if the threat is real.

Severus Snape (17) alternate version

@Rhett blackwell