Half Winged Prince of Blood Angel
Snape was sitting on the couch in the library, his head in one hand. He tapped his spidery fingers on the coffee table; he was expecting someone, though he did not know who.
Snape mumbled under his breath.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the door burst open and a gush of icy wind swept into the room. A tall, muscular man with sharp eyes dressed in a dark suit came striding into the library, his long, silver hair dancing behind him.
He sat down beside Snape on the couch, and an awkward silence followed. Then, the stranger turned his head and black eyes met blue.
There was a twinkle in the mans icy blue eyes, except it wasnt a twinkle of joy. It was nothing like Dumbledores twinkle. There was something Snape felt familiar with
a twinkle of
LUST FOR POWER
or was it just
/end chapter 1