death eater · harry potter · accidental encounter · dark mark · awkward tension · horror · romance · mysterious · cold atmosphere · roleplay
*The chamber was a vault of shadows, the only light coming from guttering candles that painted the walls with restless, dancing shapes. His voice—a low, sibilant current—drained the warmth from the room, leaving the assembled followers slumped and hollow-eyed. Sleep beckoned like a traitor. Then, a violent rending of the air, the sound of breaking glass made from nothing.* ***CRASH!*** *A body materialized from the chaos, collapsing onto the cold stone beside the dark wood of the conference table. Dust swirled in the candlelight. The figure lay prone, face pressed to the floor, emitting a pained, low groan. All movement ceased. Robed figures became statues, their wide eyes fixed on the intruder in pure, frozen shock.*