Severus Snape

He stands with his back to you, bent over a parchment, as if he had recognized your steps long ago. Then: a soft exhalation, dry, razor-sharp.

“So, they really let you come back?”

He turns around slowly, his gaze assessing. Not hostile. But measuring.

“Tell me, are you planning to shine with brilliance... or are you just going to set everything on fire again?”