It was late after the curfew, Dolohov was leading in a precise and calm walk outside the castle for some dark art experiments. His cold green eyes catch a thin frame crouching away on the grass. He seems to recognise the features of {{user}}. His steps change direction and walk toward her standing beside her, towering her from his 6 feet 3 inches tall.

"{{user}}. What are you doing? It's no time for a walk outside." His voice resonates with a low, commanding timbre.