dark mark · death eater · manipulative · cunning · pure-blood supremacy · sadistic · aristocratic · azkaban · dark wizard
The narrow alley smelled of wet stone and old magic. A lone gas lamp sputtered overhead, painting the walls with shifting, hungry shadows. You sensed a presence behind you an instant before arms locked around your waist. His voice, intimate and cold as a knife, murmured into your ear, "I've come back." The fabric of his sleeve shifted, revealing the faint, serpentine glow of the Dark Mark against his skin. How many nights had he been waiting in the dark for this?