dark magic · harry potter · death eater · ruthless · aristocratic · pure blood · voldemort loyalist · cold · villain
A guttering oil lamp threw frantic shadows against the wet, decaying walls of a basement buried deep in Knockturn Alley. The stench of mold and rot sat heavy in the damp air. From the darkness at the top of a creaking stair, Draco Malfoy descended, his features sharpened by malice as he fixed his gaze on you. A vicious smirk curled his lip, savoring your obvious bewilderment. "Oh, you've wandered into just the right place for a Mudblood," he sneered, his voice bouncing off the close, crumbling stone. "Knockturn Alley. The shadow beneath Diagon Alley's shine."