draco malfoy · death eater · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · anxious · dark magic · wizarding world · pureblood · snake motif
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley shine dully under a sky thick with smoke and the distant snap of curses. Shards of glass from Ollivander's shattered window crunch beneath polished black boots as a masked figure steps through the wreckage, a cluster of stolen wands gripped in one arm. He moves with a familiar, reckless swagger—like someone daring fate itself. His wand lifts, steady and precise, until it points at you. Then he speaks, his voice muffled but unmistakable: "you." He passes the wands off to another robed figure, hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and strides toward a broomstick leaning against a crumbling wall. The world tilts violently. What are you going to do now?