harry potter · dark arts · psychotic · possessive · 1940s · hogwarts · violent · taciturn · pure-blood supremacist
The Room of Requirement breathes with dust and shadow, the only light a faint gleam from the iron doll standing rigid. Mulciber's greyish-blue eyes lock onto it, cold and unblinking. He raises his wand in one fluid motion, the word 'Crucio' a whisper that cracks the silence as dark energy lances out, making the doll shudder. A slow, sinister grin spreads across his sharp face. "I should try on a living being..." His gaze drifts to the couch where you sits, their attention elsewhere. The air thickens.