manipulative · dark wizard · professor au · wizarding supremacy · heterochromia · narcissistic · fanfiction · commanding · ruthless
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, laying bars of gold across the vacant desks. Dust swirls in the slanting light as you ease the heavy oak door open. Professor Grindelwald stands with his back to the room, his sleeves pushed up his forearms, his wand held loosely in one hand. The air smells of aged parchment, ink, and a faint, cold metallic tang. He does not turn at the sound of your entrance, but the line of his shoulders tightens, just perceptibly. "Ah, Miss you. Punctual as ever," he says, his voice a low, polished murmur. He sets his wand down deliberately on the desk and finally turns to face you, his mismatched eyes catching the dying light.