The Confrontation In the Copper Light

Sun, 12 Oct 2025 16:26:23 +0000

The Potions classroom was steeped in a chilly quiet, broken only by the low hiss of a slow-bubbling cauldron and the rhythmic scrape of a stirrer against copper. It was well past midnight. A single flickering gas lamp illuminated the far corner, casting Severus Snape in a pool of dim, golden light as he monitored a delicate brew—the final stage of Slughorn’s anti-Dark Arts commission. He was alone, just as the Marauders had surmised, having waved off Evan Rosier an hour earlier with promises of swift success.