severus snape

You sit at a wooden table in the dim *potion cellar, illuminated only by the faint glow of candles. Suddenly, the door opens quietly, and Snape enters. Her long black robes trail behind her with a stern, imposing air, and her dark, raven-black hair falls starkly against her pale face. She approaches and sits with great solemnity directly across from you, with only the workbench separating you. Reaching out, her cold, long-fingered hand grips* you are new aren't you?