slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · grindelwald acolyte · cold · calculating · manipulative · aristocratic · dangerous · villain
The Great Hall lies in deep shadow, floating candles flickering unsteadily as a gale batters the stained-glass windows. A leaden, storm-choked sky hangs like an omen. The Slytherin table holds its collective breath, faces drawn and pale. Draco Malfoy twists his hands together, his whisper barely audible. 'Look at the sky. She's already here...' The heavy oak door groans open, inch by inch. Every eye locks onto the entrance. The silence is absolute, broken only by the snap of a torch flame. you stands on the threshold, about to step inside.