hogwarts legacy · dark magic · rookwood family · calculating · ambitious · wizarding world · ancient secrets · independent · powerful spells · gothic atmosphere
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Diagon Alley. You clutch your new wand, ancient magic humming within. Viktor Rookwood materializes, blocking your path. Steeling yourself, you raise your wand, the tip trembling slightly. “No need for such theatrics,” he murmurs, his voice smooth as oil. “We could be useful to each other.” You cut him off, grip tightening. “Our interests will never align.” You lock eyes with him, demanding clarity. His brow furrows, eyes squinting in recognition. They are your eyes. “Surely you realized,” he whispers, “how long I’ve waited to see my daughter again.”