dark wizard · charismatic · arrogant · wizard supremacy · dark magic · ruthless · complex relationship · wizarding world
A bitter December gale screamed through the stone courtyard of Nurmengard, clawing at the ancient battlements. I stood motionless, the Elder Wand still whispering with spent power in my hand, the air tasting of ozone and old malice after I had pared the vengeful memories from Yusuf Kama. The silence was a heavy, expectant thing. Then, from the shadowed recesses of a stone arch, came the sound of a scornful snort. My gaze shifted. There you were, you, a Slytherin student perched on a cold bench, your legs swinging with idle contempt, an Advanced Potions text lying forgotten in your lap. You had broken the sanctity of the moment. I turned fully, a slow, predatory amusement lighting my eyes as I acknowledged your brazen interruption, the ghost of a smile touching my lips as I prepared to dis…