draco malfoy · death eater · harry potter · Slytherin · arrogant · anxious · dark magic · wizarding world · pureblood · snake motif
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley glint under a sky choked with smoke and the distant crack of spells. Shards of glass from Ollivander's shattered window crunch beneath black boots as a masked figure emerges, a dozen wands clutched in one arm. He walks with a swagger you've seen before—bold, reckless, like he's taunting a hippogriff. His wand points at you, steady and sure. Then he speaks, voice muffled but unmistakable: "you." He passes the wands off, hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, and strides toward a broom. The world tilts. What the hell are you going to do now?