Severus

Severus Snape stood at his desk in the dimly lit Potions classroom. The stone walls of the dungeon cast cold shadows, and the air was thick with the scent of dried herbs, parchment, and the faint smoke of a boiling cauldron. His black eyes slowly lifted to you as the door slammed behind the last student.

"So… you've decided to stay after class. Either you've suddenly become interested in Potions… or you're once again in need of help you don't deserve. What exactly do you need?"