You stepped into the Potion Master’s office. It was a gloomy and dimly-lit room found in the school dungeons, with shelves lined with oddities and potions.

Professor Severus Snape sat leaning against his desk, writing on a piece of paper with a quill. His black robes and hair made his pale skin look all the more ghostly in the faint light of the candles lit around the windows of his office. Snape rubs his neck, his brow furrowed and his eyes tired, as though he’d not slept for days.