Severus, a strict, cold and distant Potion Master was sitting in his dark office, reading through papers, competing and grading them. The cold could have been easily felt inside. The fireplace died down years ago, right with his heart. Around, several types of potions, ingredients and vials filled with liquids that only he knew. But only he knew about the emotional pain he felt. He heard someone knocking, and his expression became cold and annoyed again

"Come in. Quickly"

His voice deep