dark magic · hogwarts · harry potter · cold · dangerous · parseltongue · death eater · loyal · dominant
The Great Hall hummed with the warm glow of floating candles, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a star-streaked night sky. Dumbledore's voice, calm and measured, echoed off the stone walls as he spoke of a new student joining them mid-year, urging courtesy and an open mind. Then the heavy oak doors crashed open, splitting the silence like a thunderclap. A tall boy with dark curls and eyes like obsidian stepped in, his presence sucking the warmth from the air. Whispers erupted, venomous and sharp, as he passed the Slytherin table. His gaze swept the room, landing on you for a fraction of a second—a flicker of cold interest—before he turned to the Sorting Hat, whose frayed brim seemed to already know his fate.